I couldn't agree more. I really look foward to a next chapter. You're writing style is so readable. Of course, the subject matter is great! Young guys, speedos, hard-ons, speedos…who could ask for more?!! :)

ch 13: Jack's Yellow Suit
 

Writer's note: While most of the story is about the three guys, a little diversion to Jack and MaryBeth. Hope you like it....

Marybeth found herself drifting back to their youth as she watched Jack maneuver the Pontoon boat to the middle of the lake in the dusk. A full moon rose in the east as the last glimpses of a pink sunset nestled behind the mountains to the west. Jack was as fit today as the day she met him, and he still rocked a speedo better than any guy ever. He was well equipped to flaunt a sensational manly bulge, which she loved about him in his swimsuits. It was, after all, what attracted her to him so many years ago.

“You look handsome,” she said as she sipped from her glass of Chardonnay. “You sure know how to turn a lady on,” She teased him a little with some touches. Jack smiled back at her as he eased the boat out to the middle of the lake. He had changed into a new suit he had just bought. It was a bold black background suit with splashed of red, white, yellow and green fireworks that looked amazing on his tall, lean, muscular body. He had on a sweatshirt that stopped above the waistline of the suit. “Still has got the same cute bulge,” MaryBeth thought to herself. She was getting very much turned on, which in turn was making Jack aroused.

The two had stolen this alone time, leaving the guys to do whatever they wanted. Jack and MaryBeth loved the romance of their moonlight cruises. A couple of candles, a nice glass bottle of wine, and the peaceful lake, which was always quiet, flat water this time of the evening. A couple of loons off in the distance gave them a concert of calls. Jack idled the boat and cut the motor. The boat sat quietly adrift, hardly moving in the still water.

“You still make me wild,” she whispered to Jack as he sat next to her on the lounger seat. “Just like the first day I saw you.” She rubbed Jack’s leg as she talked. He smiled at her.

“Amazing,” Jack replied. “I was thinking the same about you.”

They actually discovered each other at two different times, back in college. For Marybeth, she had gone to a swim event with a girlfriend who was dating another swimmer. She had never seen a swimming event and was intrigued by the tight, form fitting swimsuits all the guys wore. The team suits were red Nylon suits, not quite as small as the suits Jack wore today, but when wet they hugged the body, showing all. It didn’t seem to bother the guys at all. It was there that she spotted this one tall, lean swimmer. He stood out from the others. He had amazing cute legs, a wonderful smile, and he laughed all the time. He cheered his teammates. Best of all, he had the most sexy frontal bulge of any guy there. She made Jack blush as she retold the story of how she spent the whole meet checking his anatomy out and watching how his suit clung to him and showed her everything after he would get out of the water.

“I wanted you right there,” she said as she sensuously massaged Jack’s upper legs and teased his cute bulge.

“So my swimming ability had nothing to do with it,” Jack teased back. His hand rubbing her back as he spoke. Jack was growing inside the bold print suit. He leaned over and kissed his gorgeous wife.

“Well, that too, but no,” she replied. “It was all about your equipment,” she giggled. “Remember the yellow swim suits you guys wore?” she asked, letting the conversation flow. The team had red suits with three yellow stripes, and yellow suits with three red stripes. They interchanged them at meets. For practice they wore solid red or solid black suits.

“Oh yeah, I loved those suits,” Jack replied.

“So did I,” MaryBeth answered. “That yellow was almost sheer when you guys got out of the pool,” she laughed. “It was quite the show.”

“No, they weren’t,” Jack slightly protested. He waited. “Well, maybe a little he finally relented.”

The two sat quietly arm in arm and watched the rising moon. It was a gorgeous night as it lit up the lake. More loons joined the concert. They embraced into deep sensual kisses. Jack became rock hard in his suit, ready for wherever MaryBeth took this. She felt his hardness against her and smiled inside. She could still make him really rock his tiny suits. She loved getting him all aroused in them.

“Remember that trip to the beach after we started dating?” she asked, as they paused the action. She had her hand placed right on Jack’s aroused mound. He enjoyed the feel.

“Oh wow, I will never forget it,” he replied. “Now I know why you made me where the yellow swimsuit,” he chuckled.

“You were so cute,” she replied. “Such a nice guy. You even brought flowers,” she smiled at him.

“You made me wild,” he replied. “I laid there and you kept rubbing my side as we soaked in the sun. I got a massive hard on.”

“I know,” she smiled. “I thought you were so cute all horny. I liked how you kept going in the water, and then the suit clung to you and I got a close up view.”

“That was a wild session we had,” he replied, referring to the two of them making out on the beach.

“You enjoyed it,” she replied referring to what had happened to Jack. In his youth, he had gotten so aroused, especially by her wandering hands, that he could not hold back. “It was my first time seeing that happen to a guy,” she confessed.

“I struggled so hard to hold it back,” Jack explained. “But you kept feeling me…” he trailed off. They both chuckled. It was also his first time having a lady do that to him while he was in a swimsuit.

The two engaged in deeper romance, as the boat continued to very slowly drift in the water. MaryBeth enjoyed the feel of Jack’s youthful response to her efforts. As they embraced and she teased him, he would moan, especially as she felt the full outline of his anatomy. She enjoyed the way he would caress her and his deep sensual kisses. No one but the two of them ever knew how far they took it out there alone in the lake, but it did end with a splash as Jack took a jump in the water, just before starting the boat for the ride home, the wine gone and the candle about burnt out. There were also a few more waves in the lake.

Shortly after, the boat docked back at the house.

All I can say is I love it all!!! Please hurry with the next chapters. Great storyline

It's like a steamy romance novel with hot swimmer guys in tight Speedos! All these young studs - and even older Jack - getting so worked up.....lovin' it!

ch 14: Moose, races, and hanging swimsuits...
 

Ben and Erik were out the door early, not quite ten minutes after 5am. This far east and north, the sun was up early, waking both of them far earlier than they normally would. They quickly got ready for a morning run. They had first each grabbed pairs of running shorts, but then Erik opted to just slip on one of his swimsuits, this time opting for the original black and gold Speedo, his first. Ben followed his lead, stripping back out of his blue shorts and sipping into a blue and yellow Arena suit. They gingerly tip toed out the lakeside door, wondering if Jack was already out swimming. The lake was still, the air was a crisp 65, and the sun was just starting to crest the eastern hills.

“Let’s go,” Ben said as he leapt off the deck stairs. A raft of ducks that had taken up the night on the dock quaked loudly as they scurried into the water. Erik smiled as Ben stared running, clad only in the cute blue suit and a pair of Nike Waffle Trainer running shoes. Erik set off behind him, looking similarly out of context in his black and gold Speedo and a pair of Nike Daybreak running shoes. They turned right onto the dirt road that would lead them toward town. The road along the lake was narrow as it wound its way toward the town and main road. Some parts gravel, and some just tire tracks in the soft earth. The guys were not sure how far it was to the end, but they guessed it was five miles each way. They intended to cover all of it and back.

“This feels like a good pace,” Ben said to Erik, who was now side by side with him.

“Perfect,” replied Erik, the strings of his suit bouncing with each landing. He guessed they were running about 6:15 miles, give or take.

They ran in silence for at least a mile, simply enjoying each other’s company. The road occasionally came close to the lake, but for the most part it meandered through the forest. A loud rustle in the woods startled the two. They both looked at each other, a somewhat panicked expression on their faces. The sound got louder and closer.

“What the f..k is that?” Ben said.

“I have no idea,” Erik replied. “But whatever it is, it is close.”

They heard the breaking of branches to their left. Both of them were clearly freaked by the situation. Erik looked down at himself, almost naked but for the tiny swimsuit. Ben and he were in no way dressed to fight a wild animal. “Maybe this running was not such a smart idea,” Erik thought. The two stopped.

“Should we run back?” Ben asked.

“I don’t know,” said Erik, sounding confused.

Suddenly about 100 feet ahead, a large, tall animal burst from the woods onto the road. The tall bull moose was making his way to the lake. While he glanced at the two swimsuit clad guys as he crossed the road, he gave them no concern at all. As quickly as he emerged, he vanished into the woods across the road. The guys listened as his footsteps made the same rustling sound.

“Holy crap,” said Erik. Neither he nor Ben had ever seen an animal that big before.

“What was that thing?” Ben said.

“I am pretty sure that was a moose,” Erik replied. “He was huge.”

“Do they eat people?” Ben asked.

“Obviously not,” Erik replied. “If they did, we’d have been that things breakfast.”

“Good point,” replied Ben. The guys were still a little freaked as they started a slow jog. They said nothing as their pulse rates came back down.

“Man that really was cool,” Erik finally broke the silence.

The guys hit the intersection of the main road at about forty minutes, making their U-turn to start the six mile run back. The sun was up higher now, but the road was still mostly shade covered, keeping it cool, perfect for a run. Small trickles of sweat had soaked the front of their suits and their muscular abs were shimmering from the moisture. About a mile in they heard a car coming. As it got closer they contemplated their decision to run in just swimsuits. Perfectly normal on a beach, but this was more of a remote back road than a beach.

“What should we do?” Ben asked, Erik knowing exactly what he was referring to.

“It’s no big deal,” Erik replied. “They are just swimsuits.”

“Yeah, I guess,” said Ben, who was feeling way more self-conscious about what he had on, or maybe what little he had on.

A red Ford pickup rounded the curve and came into sight. Two guys inside. They slowed as they approached, due to the narrow road. As they passed they waved and nodded. The truck continued on its way. Inside the truck, the two guys didn’t give the two swimsuit clad runners a concern.

“See, told you…” Erik replied after they passed.

Ben picked up the pace, pushing the final five miles of the run. He brought them under six minute miles and kept increasing as they went further down the road. Erik stayed right with him, even at this pace they both had reserve speed they could use.

“I think we are about two miles left,” Ben said. “This was where we saw that moose.”

“Yeah, probably Erik replied. This time Erik took the lead. He opened up his stride and put on a powerful surge. The rivalry was on. Ben pushed hard to catch him, having to sprint full speed to get back up to Erik. The two guys really were working each other now, their tight suits flexing with the movement of their muscles in the back. Erik loved the freedom of leg movement the suits gave him, even better than his most favorite full side split shorts.

Ben was not going to be outrun. As he passed the final turn before their driveway, he burst a solid surge, catching and passing Erik.

“F..K you,” Erik yelled in jest and frustration. He aggressively put on a surge, and caught Ben with maybe 300 yards to go. The guys were well under a five minute pace, probably 4:30. Erik gave it all he had and edged next to Ben. With a hundred feet to go, He kicked hard and shot a few feet ahead, crossing the driveway just about arms- length ahead of Ben.

“Good freaking run,” Ben said, gulping in air. “You kicked my ass on that last surge.”

Erik smiled and the two gave each other high fives. Their suits now fully soaked in sweat. They both bent over at the waist and caught their breaths. Ben reached over and rubbed Erik’s cute back side, his suit hugging his bubble butt, exposing his tight, muscled upper legs. Neither was in any condition to take it much further, but they still admired their chiseled, lean bodies.

“Damn, what a run,” Erik said as they headed back to the house. Ben wrapped his arm around Erik’s waist and pulled him close.

“Now, let’s get in that lake,” Ben requested.
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ch 13 continued
 

Dylan took a long, hot shower, enjoying the warmth of the steamy bathroom, He thought about doing more than just showering, even teasing himself a little, but opted not to. As he toweled off, he eyed Ben’s swimsuit hanging on one of the towel hooks. It was the one he wore the first day, the one with the splashes and streaks of color, the one Eric liked so much the other morning. Ben had washed it out and left it to dry. Dylan’s eyes kept wandering over to the dangling little swimsuit as he stood there naked brushing his teeth. Finally he plucked it from the hook and held it up, inspecting it closely.

“How do they wear something so small.” he thought. Like all swimsuits, it looked much smaller off the body in its original form. A twinge of arousal rusted in him. He was becoming more curious. He held it up to himself in the mirror, imagining what he would look like in it. He stepped back, and checked himself in the mirror with the suit held in front of his body. Dylan was a rugged guy, muscular but not as sculpted in the abs as his younger brother. He had a flat stomach, smooth chest, and well defined upper body, stronger on top that Erik. The other major difference between them was that Ben was cut, while Dylan was not, which always struck both of them oddly. This slight difference gave Dylan a thicker look in that area, and in tight underwear the outline on Dylan showed, just as it did on Ben in his swimsuits.

Dylan hung the suit back up and started shaving, but he kept thinking about it. Outside he could hear Eric and Ben as they came back from their run. They were going in the lake, so he knew he would not be disturbed. He wiped his shaven face clean of residue foam and grabbed the suit again. He checked the size, it was smaller than he would wear, but close, only a couple inches different. Plus it certainly stretched. He really wanted to see and feel how it would fit.

Dylan finally gave in to temptation. He slid the suit up his legs and pulled it over his anatomy. As expected it was tight, but he watched as the material stretched across him. He took his hand and adjusted himself inside the suit, tying the strings. He noted that Erik wore himself up in his suits, so he tried that first. The feel of the tight fit was certainly arousing, and his body started to respond. He stepped back and looked in the mirror at himself. Despite his earlier thoughts about the suit being too small, he actually thought he looked pretty cool. Sure he was almost hard, but that would go away, and he liked the way it showed off his legs. He also really liked his bulge, which he would never admit to anyone.

For the next several minutes, Dylan tried different positions. He ticked himself down, which gave the suit a much more modeled look. He actually liked that position better, a little less anatomically obvious in his opinion. His semi hard anatomy, however, still prominent even in the tucked position. He tried to the left and to the right. Each time he adjusted, he gave himself a quick stroke, which added to his excitement. Dylan turned and tried to see how his backside looked. For what he could see, he thought it looked awesome, albeit tight. Dylan turned back around and ran his hands all over himself, feeling the tight lycra material wrapping him up. He imagined what it would be like to be with a pretty young lady on a beach, she in a bikini and him in this swimsuit. He smiled at the thought.

Nearly rock hard, Dylan slipped the suit off and returned it to the hook. Ben would never know. Naked once again, Dylan finished up what he had not completed in the shower. He also had to figure out how to get Erik to lend him one of his suits. Dylan had an idea.

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Thank you for another fine chapter
 

STS, Love your writing. Please continue. And I love how you brought in other characters from other stories. Nice tie-ins

ch 14: Going long...
 

After watching the lake, holding hands, and enjoying the peaceful morning as they settled down from their run, Ben and Erik grabbed their googles off the deck and jumped into the lake. The cold, clear water felt awesome after their run. Jack was nowhere to be seen, they were not even sure if he was up, yet. The water was still fairly calm, a slight ripple of windblown waves out of the west, but nothing like the lake could get once the wind picked up. Ben came close to Erik as they stood in the water. Ben then slipped behind Erik, rubbing against his cute butt with his front.

“Remember the breathing technique?” Ben asked Erik as their two bodies touched. Erik felt that Ben was getting very turned on.

“I think so,” Erik replied, as he broke their moment and started to demonstrate his skill.

“Looks good,” Ben encouraged Erik after the quick demonstration. Ben adjusted himself, enjoying a quick self massage. “See that floating dock?” Ben pointed out pretty far down the lake to the east.

“Yeah,” Erik replied. “That’s a long way,” he added, knowing what was coming next.

“Let’s see if we can make it there and back,” Ben challenged. “Slow and easy, and we can stay closer to shore in case you get tired.”

“I won’t get tired,” Erik replied back snidely. “You forget who is the better runner,” he added. The competitive urges showing through.

“Okay, cowboy,” Ben replied. “Didn’t mean to piss you off.”

They both smiled at each other. As good as they were as friends, they were equally as good as competitors.

They set off, Ben slightly ahead and to the left of Erik. Erik liked the position just fine, he could watch Ben’s still somewhat enlarged bulge hang in the water as he swam, his white drawstrings dangling down, as well. “He’s so awesome,” Erik thought to himself as he admired the muscular body slice through the water. Ben held back his pace, which was far faster than Erik’s, but he didn’t want to leave his best friend alone on what was his first real long swim.

Dylan slipped on his cranberry Birdwell shorts, commando, no shirt. He loved the feeling of being unrestricted in the shorts. For Dylan, the freedom of his anatomy inside the shorts was somewhat of an erotic sensation, from which he always got a little hard at first, tenting the front of the shorts. A few pulls and tugs followed by a wiggle of his legs eased the tenting effect, his cock now hanging downward into his left leg opening. He ventured out on the deck, the house was quiet. MaryBeth was still asleep after the wild night Jack and she had. Dylan watched the Ben and Erik were making their way up the lake.

The guys glided past the dock where Ryan and Zach had practiced the night before. There was no activity at the house, the two boys had left long ago for a long swim practice. They hear only a dog bark at them from the deck on the back of the house. Further down the lake, the water now quite a bit deeper as the lake sliced past the base of a large hill, they met head on with two guys in kayaks coming the other way.

“Keep it up, looking great” the guys called out as the swimmers passed. Ben raised his arm in a wave as he stroked. The guys stopped and watched as Ben and Erik continued along the southern shoreline on their eastward trek.

“Wow, there’s a lot of swimmers out this morning,” the one guy said to the other.

“Yeah, I see the first guy quite a bit, but these two are new,” came the reply. They had passed Jack well down the lake already. Jack was on an ambitious four mile swim. They met with him just about at this turnaround. As the guys continued east, Jack was already making his way westerly toward them.

Dylan ventured onto the dock, watching the two swimmers well in the distance. He wondered how far they were going. He was amazed at his brother, whom he had never thought of as a swimmer. He smiled to himself, rubbing his chest and stomach. He glanced down at his shorts hanging low on his hips, the bump out from his anatomy slightly showing.

Ben looked up and spotted the floating dock, probably now a quarter mile away. He breast stroked a few strokes. “Not much more,” he called to Erik, who heard him, but did not respond.

The swimming dock was out in the deepest water they had swam in, but for their jumps off the boat. Even in the clear water lake, they could not see the bottom as they swam out toward the dock. Erik got a little nervous as he realized that he was in water well over his head, feeling his pulse quicken. His mind told himself to relax, as they made their wide, sweeping loop around the dock.

“A red ball caught Ben’s attention as they started to head west. The waves were now against them, and the chop had picked up considerably since they started, a product of the stronger winds. As Ben watched, he saw the arm stroked of a swimmer along with the bobbing red ball. He realized that what he was actually seeing was Jack, probably 150 feet further out from the shore, making his way up the lake.

“Whoa, what a stroke he has,” thought Ben as he watched Jack move quickly pass the two of them. Jack had not even seen the two guys.

Ben glanced over at Erik, watching as Erik fought the slapping waves. They bobbed a bit from the swells of the increasing waves. The swim back being much harder than the swim out. Erik slowed a bit, lifting his head out of the water to figure out where they were. They were swimming back further out from the shore in deeper water. Erik put his head back down and forged on. He had lost sight of Ben, who was actually slightly off his right leg.

Dylan watched as Jack passed in front of the dock just up the lake, the same one where the two teens had been hanging out yesterday. He was impressed at how smooth and graceful Jack looked in the water. His brother and Ben were both further back, and clearly moving slower. Jack was showing the skilled swimmer he was. Dylan grabbed his googles and jumped into the lake. The cold water sent a shockwave of chill through his body, ending any aroused feeling he still had lingering from his earlier activities. He doused the googles and slipped them on, setting out on a slow swim toward the other two guys.

The three young men met up at Ryan and Zach’s dock, setting the dog off again. Ben treaded water\, calling out to Dylan. Erik saw his brother, but he continued to forge ahead in the swim. Dylan looped behind them, pushed hard and came side by side to Ben. This set off a race between the two, actually the three, but by the time Erik realized what they were doing, he was already out of contention.

Ben pushed hard, and quickly took a lead. Dylan was not nearly as skilled as Ben, but he gave it his all, despite the drag he could feel from the long legged shorts. On the dock, Jack watched as the three guys raced toward him. Ben was now well out in front, Dylan second, but in a bigger shock, Erik was rapidly catching up to his older brother. They finished in the same order, but had Erik had just a hundred more feet, he would have taken his brother. Even Jack was impressed by Erik’s swimming progress. The guys gave each other high fives, and maybe a bit of jousting over who really was better. Erik actually felt the most victorious, given that just a day ago he struggled to get not even half as far.

“Time to eat,” Jack said as the guys each climbed on the dock. Jack was wearing a Black and green Speedo brand suit that fit him well. Erik was still in his black and gold Speedo, which mirrored Jack’s but for the different contrast color. Ben was also rocking he yellow and blue Arena he had on in the morning run. Of the three suits, Ben’s was the tightest and most form fitting.

“These shorts suck for swimming,” Dylan said, putting the last part of his plan in action. “I’d have beat you if I had on a Speedo.”

“See, dude,” Ben replied. “Told you.”

Jack smiled as he listened to them. Finally he asked, “What size are you?”

“I don’t know, thirty, maybe,” Dylan replied.

“Perfect,” Jack replied. “That’s my size, too.”

Can't wait for the next chapter. Please continue.

ch 15: A remote lake....
 

The plane bobbed its way out to the center of the lake as the guys took in the gorgeous blue sky with only a few high wispy clouds. A bright sun beamed down, shimmering off the waves, creating a bit of glare. A steady 8-10 MPH wind was blowing out of the west, with a few stronger gusts. Jack guided the plane eastward down the lake, planning for a takeoff into the wind.

“It will be a bit bumpy as we climb out, but once we clear the water I’ll bank hard to the left and bring us back across the lake,” Jack explained to the three guys. The plan was to do an air tour of the North Maine Woods, a vast expanse of undeveloped land, used primarily for logging, hunting and recreation. Dylan sat up front next to Jack, Ben and Erik in the back. MaryBeth stayed back, ready for some quiet time. The guys had thrown T-shirts on still in their swimsuits, except for Jack who had also put on a pair of plaid shorts over his swimsuit. The plane idled as Jack scanned the lake with his binoculars.

“Need to be real careful to make sure the runway is clear,” he told anyone who was listening. “In this sun, canoes and kayaks are hard to see.”

He lined the plane up and revved the motor, while he went through a methodical check of all the gauges and controls. Jack was a very careful pilot, leaving nothing to chance.

The plane engine raced as Jack let the plane start its rumbled westward takeoff, the cabin bouncing from the waves. “Here we go,” Jack announced as he rotated the tail flaps, the plane lifting off the lake, vibrating as it pulled upward in a shallow ascent.

“Holy shit,” Ben exclaimed as the plane rocked in the wind. Ben laughed as he watched the color evaporate from Ben’s face. As promised, Jack put the plane in a hard left turn, its wing looking like it was going to hit the lake, the cabin jostling from the breeze. Ben grasped Erik’s leg as they banked hard.

“Cool,” Dylan said, totally in awe. “This is so cool!” While Ben was about to wet himself in fear, Dylan probably was about to wet himself in a different way.

They leveled and Jack pulled the nose steeper, as the airspeed grew to support more lift. The bouncing calmed and the guys in back began taking in the lake. They crossed over the eastern shore on their way to PQI airport where they would gas up before making their way west into the woods. They were on visual flight rules, with little other air traffic in the area, but for a few other recreational pilots.

Erik smiled at Ben as they made their way toward Presque Isle. He thought how funny they looked, flying in a plane while wearing their little swimsuits. Up front, Jack let Dylan “fly” while they were on level flight at 2000 feet. They crossed over several smaller towns and acres of potato farms, finally descending onto the long asphalt runway. Dylan loved watching the plane line up with the runway and then drop down onto it. The guys in back were paying more attention to each other than the flight, each sneaking a touch of the other here and there along the way. Under their shirts, both swimsuits were becoming quite tightly packed as they felt the urges of their close proximity, toughing knees, and sweet smiles.

After lifting back off, they were now at 2000 feet again, Dylan again playing “pilot” under Jack’s watchful eye, crossing over the vast wooded lands. After an hour of flight, Jack banked the plane hard to the west and did a slow circle over a medium size lake nestled between three steep hills.

“It’s a tough landing, but the winds are right,” Jack announced. “Let’s go swimming and exploring,” He brought the plane down between the tall hills, mountains almost, as it bucked and bounced from the diverted wind squeezing between the hills. They splashed down hard onto the lake, harder than Jack would have liked, causing Ben to almost scream. His nails bit into Erik’s upper leg, striking out any sensual feel normally associated with that part of the upper leg.

“Dude, it’s okay,” Erik whispered to Ben. “You can let go of my leg.”

The lake was totally isolated with nothing but hills and forest around it. The water was even more clear than their own lake, which totally amazed the guys. Jack guided the plane to a shallow cove. The large rock formations along the shore were impressive., and they continued into the water, which was dotted with huge boulders of granite ledge that had been blasted away millions of years ago.

“Dylan, can you jump out and grab the tie?” Jack asked as he let the engine stop and the blade stabilized. “Tie us up to a tree on shore.”

Dylan took off his shirt and jumped into the water. It was up to his mid abdomen. “Damn, this is some cold water,” he announced as he went in. Ben and Erik followed. After the guys got the plane secure, Jack climbed out. He had shed his shorts and was back in his swimsuit, this time a purple print Arena.

“Damn, he has more suits than we do,” Ben said to Erik.

“Yeah, I think so,” Erik replied.

Dylan was, once again, the only guy in shorts, his standby cranberry Birdies, commando underneath, but well shrunk up by the cold water. In fact, they were all suffering from shrinkage. The three swimsuit bulges virtually gone from their suits.

Dylan and Jack opted to follow a trail that took them up to the top of the rock ledge. Jack went back to the plane and grabbed their shoes, his shorts, and their shirts. Ben and Erik opted to stay back and “enjoy the lake.” They both wanted some alone time, and the lake excuse would give it to them.

“Just follow this trail,” Jack said. “If you change your mind, but make sure you wear shoes.”

In the silence they could hear Jack and Dylan’s voices as they made their hike. The sounds echoed off the surrounding hills and bounced off the water. Not enough to make out what they were saying, but you knew they were talking.

Ben and Erik found a large tree trunk on its side, in the sun, facing the water. The two guys sat on it, side by side, looking out at the lake. An egret flew along the shore from tree to tree, its massive wings flapping in the wind, making a very clear whooshing sound. The warm sun felt awesome. Ben laid back into Erik, his head on Erik’s lower abdomen, as Erik turned to straddle the log. Erik’s eyes shifted from the lake to the awesome view he had of Ben’s tight, rippled abs, his thin waist, and the way his body molded down to his legs, his cute bulge rising above it all. Erik bent over and kissed his forehead.

Ben smiled at him from his backwards perspective. It was a peaceful, romantic setting, and they were all alone, but for whatever wildlife were lurking in the forest. Jack and Dylan’s trail was taking them high up on the ledge, but even from their angle, Ben and Erik were not visible.

“You’re cute in the plane,” Erik whispered to Ben.

“Yeah, that landing sucked,” Ben replied.

Erik gently rubbed Ben’s face, venturing down to his upper chest. Ben was very much into the moment, his body responding each time Erik’s hands crossed his nipples, one of Ben’s erogenous zones for sure. Under Ben’s head, Erik was also eliminating the shrinkage effects of the cold water, quickly growing in his suit. Erik’s hand slowed on Ben’s chest, as he played with Ben’s nips with both hands. He watched as Ben’s body responded each time he teased them.

“This is awesome,” Ben whispered to Erik.

“Yes, it is,” Erik replied.

High up on the trail, Jack and Dylan continued their trek. The trail was moderately difficult, with a few points where they had to climb rocks to get to higher elevations. They were now about half way there.

“This is the hardest part,” Jack said. “After this it is pretty gentle.”

“Kind of fun,” Dylan replied.

“You brother and Ben are really close friends, I guess,” Jack shifted the subject.

“Yeah, closer than I realized,” Dylan replied.

‘They seem to like the same things,” Jack added.

“Yeah, it’s cool.” Dylan replied.

They continued on the journey, Dylan asking Jack about the house up here and how they were connected to a place this far north. Jack shared storied of his childhood growing up in Fort Kent, which was just a little north, on the Canadian border. Jack started swimming at a young age, did pretty well, and ended up swimming in college. “I guess you could say I swam my way south,” he chuckled as he told the story.

Ben was totally immersed into Erik’s erotic massage of his body. Erik had not ventured below Ben’s mid abdomen, but he did not have to, what he was doing to the upper parts was driving Ben totally wild. Ben’s manhood was pushing hard against the tight Lycra of his suit, getting more and more aroused each time Erik kissed his head and rubbed his chest. Ben moaned as Erik drove him deeper and deeper into arousal.

“Oh man, you are making me crazy,” Ben quietly said the Erik.

“I can tell,” Erik whispered back. “I love watching you this way.”

Erik was also into it, but not nearly to the point Ben was. Ben knew he was close to crossing that point where he could not let Erik stop, he loved the feeling of being trapped in his suit, rock hard and struggling for the control that he was losing. Ben groaned as he felt his body get even more into its state of excitement. He was amazed that the little suit could hold him. As Erik kissed his head, Ben took his own hands and began to gently massage the front of his suit.

Erik slowed a bit, wanting to keep Ben in his aroused state as long as he could. He loved how Ben would wiggle a bit from his torso, as he fought his urges to explode. Erik took Ben’s arms, holding his hands back. Ben’s mid body lifted upward as he pressed into the suit. Despite no touches, he continued to increase in arousal and urge.

“Oh Erik, please, don’t stop,” Ben pleaded.

ch 15 continued
 

The view from the ledge was amazing. It was a sheer 200 foot drop into the lake. Jack and Dylan stood at the edge looking down. Dylan was tempted to jump, thinking of the cliff divers he had seen on television shows. It looked like the perfect spot.

“Think you can jump in from here?” Dylan asked Jack.

“I don’t know, not sure how deep the water is,” Jack replied. "And there is probably big rocks underneath." He was amazed at the courage Dylan seemed to have. Ready to try anything. He was truly a no fear young man.

“Good point,” Dylan replied, but he was still very tempted. “I wonder if there are many moose up here,” Dylan added as more of a question than a ponder.

“I’m sure. Black bear, too,” Jack answered.

“I wish I had brought my camera,” Dylan lamented. “I can’t believe Ben and Erik didn’t come up.”

“I suspect they are having fun of their own,” Jack replied. Jack knew exactly what they were doing. He was sure of it. After several minutes, the two started their trek back down, which would go faster than the trek up.

“That was cool,” Dylan said. “Thanks for taking me.”

At the base, Erik freed Ben’s arms and watched as Ben worked himself. “Oh f..k,,” Ben said, he felt his body on the brink. He tugged his drawstrings, freeing his waist from the tight grip of his suit. He also freed himself from the suit and took himself into his own hand. Erik watched intently as Ben’s final strokes pushed him over the top. Ben moaned as his body pulsated in a flurry of releases. It was a whole new level for both of them.

“That was amazing to watch,” Erik said as Been laid still, breathless.

“Oh wow, man.” Ben replied.

They could hear the voices of Dylan and Jack getting closer. Ben and Erik opted to get in the lake, both for different reasons. Erik needed the effect of the ice cold water. There was no time for Erik to have the same fun, which meant another aroused afternoon. Ben rubbed his chest in the water, and retied his swimsuit. The two guys then dove and swam a bit in the refreshing cold. As Dylan and Jack rounded the final bend, they found Ben and Dylan challenging each other to no kick dives, seeing who could go the farthest. While Ben had returned to a calmer state, Erik’s suit was still well filled out, his body wanting what Ben got, but not able to have it.

“Maybe I was wrong,” Jack thought as he watched them in the water. “Maybe they did just want to enjoy the lake.”

Whew
 

STS,

Glad you finished off Ben. To leave him hanging until the next chapter...lol

Yeah - Ben finally got his much-needed relief. Next 'up' - Erik! Then maybe Dylan. Can't wait for the next chapter. Love the detail - the flying, the landscapes, etc. Really enjoying this wonderful story!

ch 16: Pizza, Beer and Brad
 

“That was the most scared I have ever been,” Ben remarked as the three guys sat on the Pontoon boat, tied to the dock, drinking beers. MaryBeth and Jack were out for the night, leaving the guys to themselves. After some horseplay in the lake, they opted to have a few beers, and just hang out. Maybe later they would go into town and get some pizza.

“Oh bull, man,” Dylan replied, “it was cool, I loved it.”

The guys recalled the flight out. After their fun in the remote lake, Jack had prepped them for the take-off. “It’s harder to get out of here than it is to get in,” he said. “We have to get some airspeed before we can clear the hills.” Jack pulled way back on the eastern side of the lake. The best opening was flying out to the east, but he had to take off to the west. He needed at least 1000 feet to make sure he cleared the peaks and had room for anything that could go wrong.

The plane shook as it roared across the lake westward. Jack rotated the flaps and lifted off about a third of the way down the lake. As soon as he cleared the water and got some altitude, almost using the whole lake, he banked hard left then made a circle back to head east. Because of the width, it was a tight turn, causing a steeper bank than usual, setting off some cockpit alarms.

“It’s okay,” Jack called out. Ben about pissed himself. Even Dylan’s eyes bugged out. Jack leveled the wings and climbed to about 500 feet. The engine whining as it pulled the plane skyward. Looking out the windows all the guys saw was the green of the steep mountain slopes all around them. “Not enough height, yet,” Jack advised. Jack responded by making another tight loop, banking hard and deep over the far eastern edge of the lake, the plane felt like it was laying on its side.

“It’s a tight turn,” Jack said as he controlled the plane. As soon as he was out of the turn, he pulled back and the nose went upward, again. A hard vibration of turbulence hit the plane as it crested the ridge, caused by the wind crossing over the ridge.

Ben took a deep swig of beer. “It was pretty cool,” he admitted. “Sitting here now,” he added. Erik laughed. It was an amazing night, a crescent moon hung just over the lake’s eastern shore, shooting rays of golden moonlight across the nearly flat water. A campfire was going on the shore down the way. The sky was dark, but for the moon, but the stars were brilliantly on display. The Big Dipper looked like you could reach up and touch it.

“Amazing sky,” Erik said as he laid back on the Pontoon Boat’s lounger seat. As he did, his T-shirt rode up on his waist revealing his swimsuit, catching Ben’s eye. Dylan, like his brother, was more interested in the stars, far more visible in the darkness of the wilderness than back at home. As the two brothers called out what they were seeing in the crystal night sky, Ben’s hand wandered to touch the side of Erik’s upper leg. Ben had other ideas on how to spend the night. Erik shared the same idea, and his body instantly reacted to Ben’s touch.

“This would be the ideal romantic night,” Dylan shifted the subject. “A candle, some liquor, and a cute girl…” he trailed off. Erik agreed, at least on most of what he said. “Damn, I just gave myself a boner,” Dylan laughed, grabbing an unopened beer and popping the top. It was his second, maybe third, but no one was counting. He sucked in a big swallow. His shorts were tented out, he really had gotten himself all excited.

Ben’s hand had wandered to the backside of Erik, his fingers nestled in the little indent at the base of Erik’s spine, where his back met his butt, and his tight suit created a cute little crevice. They were silent again, listening to the gentle ripples of the silent lake. An occasional fish would jump in the water, creating a soft splash. In the distance, the sounds of a faint motor and the telltale red and green lights of a Pontoon boat making its way in the night, probably a couple going to the town for dinner. A loon called out loudly into the night sky, breaking the silence.

“Let’s get some dinner,” Dylan proposed, standing. His shorts still very much tented, he tugged on the legs to reduce the obvious protruding front.

“Sounds like a plan,” Ben responded. Erik and Ben also stood. They grabbed their bottles and headed in. Erik was still wildly horny from the earlier excitement that he did not get to complete.

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Small lake towns at the top of Maine are anything but resort locations with an oasis of dining options. The town boasted a general store that was also the gas station, post office and bakery. One small restaurant on the water was the big draw, mostly by boat, but with a small parking lot for those who drove. The pizza place was the nightly hot spot for the younger crowd, with a bar that had local bands on limited Saturday nights, but was mostly a place to play darts, pool, and get in the occasional fight. It was in a single story building that looked more like a car repair place than it did a pizza place, but it served its purpose.

The three handsome young men entered, immediately catching the attention of the local crowd of about twenty regulars, all seemingly in their twenties, as well. It was mostly guys, all in jeans, all with work boots, and all built like the loggers they were. About six ladies were mixed in, all in tight jeans and even tighter tops, looking to do more than just have a beer with the boys. Fresh merchandise always grabbed their attention, and the three new young men were no exception. They also were clearly not from here, a ticket out in the eyes of the local ladies. Dylan fit in the most with worn Levi jeans, zipper front rather than the traditional button fly, a tattered shirt that had seen better days and a baseball cap over his shaggy, uncombed hair. Ben also had on jeans, but his were clearly new, unscuffed by the hazards of life, and a clean polo shirt. Erik was the most daring, with shorts, albeit longer legged than what he usually wore, and a bright yellow shirt that stood out like the sun peeking through a cloudy day. But, for Ben and Erik, what they had on the outside covered two fresh, form fitting swimsuits. The tightness of the new suit was keeping Erik on the cusp of arousal, maybe even pushing him over, based on the bulge that was showing through his somewhat tight shorts.

After the brief pause that came when “outsiders” entered, the crowd resumed their activity as he guys grabbed an open booth and ordered a round of beers. The server asked for ID’s, but she wasn’t really concerned about age, she just wanted to see where they were from, especially the cute one in the baseball cap. Erik and Ben sat on one side, Dylan the other. All the while the server flirted with Dylan, Ben was rubbing his hand between Erik’s legs, even poking a bit up under his shorts. Nothing obvious, but enough to make Erik bone up pretty strong.

“We don’t get many southerners up here,” said the server, who was also dressed in tight jeans and a T-shirt that broadcasted the Pizza and Bar.

“Yeah, guess not,” replied Dylan, ‘but we’re here,” he added with a cute smile. Erik knew from how he was acing that is brother thought she was cute. Her name was Sara, she lived up in Fort Kent all of her life and had never been further away than Boston. She introduced them to the whole bar. Turns out the crowd was not as anti-outsider as it first appeared. After Sara’s introduction, the now more lively crowd embraced the new visitors and they engaged in various rounds of pool, darts and assorted small talk.

Brad immediately took notice to the three guys as soon as they walked in. Something inside him immediately triggered, especially for the two the guy in the newer jeans and the even more for the one in shorts. Brad’s radar sense immediately knew that they were worth getting to know. Brad was a local kid, although kid is the wrong term. He was now a student at Rhode Island School of design, a sculpture major with a real knack for contemporary art. To the crowd he was a nice kid, a bit shy and more of a loner. He was incredibly handsome, however, which drove the ladies wild, especially since he never seemed interested and never had been seen with a date, at least not as the local crowd defined dates.

ch 16 continued
 

“Where you guys staying?” Brad asked as he walked up to Ben and Erik. Dylan was off playing an intense dart game and trying to seduce Sara into something more than casual talk. Brad had on a pair of burgundy Levi corduroy jeans, very much in style back then. They were tight on his legs and crotch, which he filled out nicely. He had on a long sleeve rugby type shirt, sleeves pulled up. He’d catch interest in any bar he walked into.

“Oh, friends on the lake,” Erik replied.

“Cool,” Brad replied, “I live on the lake, too, at least in the summers.” Brad’s eyes wandered down to check out the bulging front of Erik’s tight shorts and the form fitting jeans of Ben. An awkward pause as the three looked at each other, not sure where to go next.

“It must be awesome to live here all summer,” Ben finally broke the silence.

“Yeah, it’s nice, but not easy to meet people,” Brad replied. “Nice shorts, by the way,” he added toward Erik. “Not many guys wear shorts in here.”

“Well, he wanted to wear a Speedo, but that would be pushing it,” Ben teased. Brad grinned.

“I’d like to see that,” Brad replied. “Shake the place up, you’d certainly be the talk of the town”

The three hit it off really well, once they got past the initial clumsy talk. Brad knew Jack and MaryBeth, knew exactly the house, talked about how Jack was famous on the lake for his plane and his swimming. “Speaking of Speedos, Brad commented, “Jack looks darn hot in his.” Brad was testing the waters to see if his internal radar was right.

“Yeah, he really does,” Erik replied. Brad felt a sense of affirmation rush through him, as well as aroused interest.

“What about you guys, what do you guys wear for swimming,” Brad asked, getting bolder.

“Well, we both are really into swim team type suits,” Ben answered. “You know, Speedo, Arena, that kind. Just like Jack’s.”

“Sweet,” Brad replied. “I wear Speedos at school, but not too much up here.” Another long pause. “Hey, what do you say we blow this pop stand and go to my house. We got a hot tub, it’s awesome. After, I can take you back to Jack’s place by boat.”

Ben and Erik looked at each other and nodded agreement. Dylan was still chasing Sara like a puppy dog. Erik went over and told him the plan. Dylan declined the offer, but said they should go ahead. He was hoping to get laid he advised. Unfortunately for Dylan it would stay all night at only hope.
“You guys need to go get swimsuits?” Brad asked.

“Nope, got them on already,” Ben replied.

Brad smiled. “Awesome.”

The three new friends headed down the dark road that went along the far side of the lake, It was going to be a pretty awesome night. Brad was already getting turned on.

Sounds like this is going to be a VERY interesting night! Looking forward to the next chapter.

Please continue at your earliest convenience. I love it.

ch 17: A dark night....
 

The lakeside road turned to dirt, then really to not much of a lane as the pine needles scrapped along the sides of the Jeep Wagoneer. Brad was driving and Ben kept looking at Erik with the “where the f..k are we going” confusion written on his face. It was the perfect setting for a murder mystery, two trusting young guys are lured into the backwoods by this cute guy, only to be never seen again. The lane had two rutted tire tracks with tall grass that scrapped the underside of the high riding Jeep. It was dark, eerie, and really pretty intimidating.

“Not much more,” Brad said, almost as if he knew Ben and Erik were perplexed. The wagon jostled by the rutted road. Finally up ahead some lights. The guys rounded the tight curve and the road opened. A gorgeous Golden Retriever came running out off the expansive porch to greet the familiar car, his tail wagging wildly as he jumped at the arriving visitors. A gentle bark, as if to say “oh boy, you are home and you brought friends.”

“Awesome,” Erik exclaimed, both about the dog and the house.

“Yeah, his name is Rex. He’s pretty cool, he’ll bark at you a bit, but he’s a sweetie inside.” Brad replied.

Rex did, in fact, bark quite a bit. Not mean barks, more like excited barks. He was as playful as ever. He was a three year old, Brad’s dog through and through. He idolized his master. The house was spectacular. A huge sculpture sat just off the steps on the expansive farmer’s [orch. It was an amazing abstract work, all in glass. The house was huge, a log style, with a deck that wrapped around to the lake side.

“Holy shit, this is gorgeous,” Ben blurted out to Brad. It really was.

“Yeah, it’s my folks place. After I got into college, they tore down the old cabin and built this place. It’s pretty sweet.” Brad explained as he gave us the outside tour. The hot tub sat on the back deck, a giant canvas umbrella hung above it. The lake sat quiet, the moon shining off the water.

“Get in your suits, guys,” Brad asked. “I’ll go in and get changed.” It was clear they were the only ones here. The guys later learned his folks only came on weekends, while Brad stayed all Summer and worked on art. It was his unofficial Summer studio. Ben and Erik slipped off their respect jeans and shorts to reveal their swimsuits. The shed their shirts, leaving them both in just the tight and tiny briefs, Erik’s strings hanging out, Ben’s neatly concealed. Erik was still somewhat erect, which made his suit look perfectly filled out. The two smiled at each other.

“Hey, come in and check the place out,” Brad called as he emerged from his suite at the far end of the house. Brad looked incredible without all his clothes on. He had a smooth, flat chest with six well defined abs. He was in a solid white swimsuit that had incredibly narrow sides, smaller than either Ben or Erik has seen on a guy before. His legs were tight and srong, with muscular quads. But it was his swimsuit that stole the show, so to speak, It was snug, tiny and he packed it with the most amazing bulge in front. Erik’s own suit quickly boinged fuller in excitement.

“You look hot,” Erik said. “I love your swimsuit.” While Ben would have normally gotten bit jealous by Erik’s comment, he had to agree.

“Thanks,” Brad replied as he did a twirl to show all sides. His backside was almost as amazing as his front. “I don’t wear it much, except here when I am alone. I love your swimwear, too” Brad added. Of the two, Brad was taking a big interest in Ben, but he thought both guys were cute. While he was sure they were both gay, there was still the twinge of doubt.

“Let me show you around.” Brad added as he led the way, Erik’s eyes still locked on his snow white swimsuit. The inside was more amazing than the outside, with a huge center set stone fireplace, All exposed wood beams, natural log walls, and hardwood floors. Brad’s suite had a fantastic bedroom with a King bed, its own bath with both a tub and shower, and a sitting room Brad had turned to a studio. A wall of electronic audio equipment and a collection of record albums graced most of one wall.

“This is awesome,” both guys kept saying, as the three swimsuit clad guys wandered the house, Rex tagging along.

“Yeah, I am an only kid, so I am pretty spoiled,” Brad replied. Brad opened a drawer that was stuffed with swimsuits. “This is my collection of swimsuits,” Brad added. There must have been at least 50 or 60 swimsuits in there. “If I am at home, I am usually wearing one of them.”

“Even in winter,” Ben asked with a smile.

“Definitely in the winter, that is when it is most fun,” Brad replied. “A roaring fire, some music, and hanging out in my favorite swimwear.”

“I want to come back and check out your collection,” Erik suggested.

“For sure,” Brad replied. “Maybe you can try some of the out.”

They ended back at the kitchen. Brad opened the refrigerator and asked if they wanted beer or wine. “Got lots of both.” They settled on wine. Brad opened two bottles, a white and a red. He grabbed plastic wine glasses and they each filled them with their choice. “Let’s go check out that hot tub, whatya say Rex?” Brad asked the dog. Rex was as game as the three guys. He ran over to the lake side slider. The guys followed, Brad smiling as the two guys in their tight Speedos led the way. Inside his own tiny white suit, Brad’s body responded to the thought of a fun night with two new friends.

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Jack and MaryBeth arrived back to the house, finding it empty of the guys. A nice added surprise for the couple who had just had a romantic dinner that they did not want to end. As much as they loved the youth of the guys around the house, a quiet evening was well deserved and much needed. It was an unusually warm night for this far north, still in the 70’s. Just as MaryBeth expected, Jack quickly shifted into swimsuit, while keeping on his polo shirt. MaryBeth changed into shorts and a cute summer top she knew Jack liked.

“Hey, let’s grab some wine and go sit out on the Boat,” Jack suggested, giving her a sensual look “Enjoy the quiet and listen to the loons.”

“That sounds wonderful,” MaryBeth replied as she rubbed Jacks butt. He was immediately turned on. She was, too.

Jack grabbed the wine and two glasses, some cheese and crackers and headed out toward the boat. MaryBeth grabbed a blanket and two pillows. Even thought it was warm, she thought they’d like a blanket to snuggle under. . She also grabbed a glass enclosed candle. She followed Jack out the door, smiling at his bare legs emerging from the shirt, unable to see that he had a swimsuit on it looked like he was naked under that shirt. Maybe he would be soon.

They settled on the boat, floating in the calm lake. A loon called out in the night, followed by another, which then set off a chorus of calls. Jack poured the wine and lit the candle. They hugged each other tightly, MaryBeth feeling Jack’s manhood against her. “This is really nice,” she said.

“Yes it is,” Jack replied. He was getting very aroused in his tight suit, but he was enjoying the feeling. They both sat on the lounger in the back of the boat, looking outward to the lake. They toasted the nice night.

Ch 17 continued
 

They guys smiled as they listened to the loon chorus erupt. The hot tub water was a perfect 102, the three guys up to their necks in the water. It was a big tub, with two lounge type seats and several regular seats that sat at different depths. Brad and Ben side by side, while Erik was across from Ben. Under the water, Erik untied his suit, loosening the tightness it had on his body. He let himself have the freedom of the loose waist, which his body quickly took advantage of. Ben had placed his foot up right between Erik’s legs, the bottom of his foot rubbing Erik in exactly the right spot. Ben loved the way Erik’s anatomy felt against the bottom of his foot. The two smiled at each other,

“Man, how do you get anything done, I’d be in this all the time,” Ben asked Brad.

“It’s pretty awesome,” Brad replied. “But way more fun when others are here, like you guys.” Brad was rubbing himself under the water, enjoying the feel of himself getting more and more aroused. Off in the lake they could hear a distant motor.

“Must be a boat on the lake,” Ben observed.

“Yeah, a midnight cruise,” Erik replied, briefly taking his mind off what Ben was doing to him. They watched as he red and green lights off the boat passed out in the lake. Ben slid back in his seat, breaking the touch of Ben’s foot. As much as he wanted, more needed, Ben to continue, he knew better than to let it happen here. He was now solidly hard as a steel pole, extended well beyond the top of his suit. He tried to adjust back into the tiny suit, but he was so erect he could not. He loved the trapped feeling, which made him more aroused.

Brad let his hand slide over toward Ben’s leg. He touched Ben’s leg slightly above the knee and let it sit there. Ben looked over at Brad, but did not move. The two smiled as they sipped some wine. Ben decided to return the hand hold, placing his left hand on Brad’s upper leg, but slightly higher up. The three guys were each quietly teasing the other while they enjoyed the night, the wine and the experience. For each of them it was a first time as a trio.

Before he got too aroused to be able to move, Brad refilled everyone’s wine. As he emerged from the water, the perils of a white suit became obvious, as the material had become totally sheer, as it wrapped around his firm anatomy. If there was any wonder of whether he was cut or not, the answer was now clear. Ben and Erik smiled. Brad looked amazing in his almost naked state., as he leaned between them to reset the wine, his see thru bulge at eye level.
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Under the blanket, MaryBeth ran her hand up Jack’s leg, teasing him as she came closer and closer. He was like a teenager on his first real date, getting far too excited to maintain control and struggling to not shoot too quickly. His body, however, was ready to go faster than his mind wanted. They first smiled at each other and then embraced in a deep, sensual kiss. MaryBeth’s hand now firmly atop Jack’s rick hard bulge, gently tormenting him toward the brink.

“Not so fast,” he moaned, as he struggled to hold back. “Oh my…” he wandered off, back deep into the kiss. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her close, as he let himself rub across the upper parts of her body. She could still turn him on as much as she did as youngsters. She had the same urges as he, and her body was just as ready. She slowed her action, but kept her hand there. Jack felt the first trickle of wetness emerge from him. He knew he was close. He wiggled his leg in an effort to regain control of his urges. His cute red and blue Speedo was being well tested by his strong and hard anatomy.

“I love when you get excited,” MaryBeth whispered.

Jack moaned again. He could feel himself getting fully erect. He really had to slow down, if only he could.

To be continued

Wonderful
 

Another two very warm hearted chapters. Please continue and welcome back

Great story!!! Thanks again!

I always enjoy your stories.

Sebbie

Another hot chapter, with four guys on the edge...not counting those of us reading the story!

Ch 18: The Hot Tub...
 

Dylan was having little success other than getting himself all worked up chasing the cute server at the local watering hole. His tight jeans had become tighter, and his man bulge more pronounced, but it was clear the only action he was going to see was whatever he made happen inside his Levi 505 jeans. Sara was as cute as a button, and she flirted with him just fine, even led him on a bit, but her interest ended at that or that was as far as she was ready to take it. Dylan retreated to pool with the guys, a few more beers, and then a big dilemma. Like any guy, when he was focused on what attracted him, he blocked out most of the rest of the world. As the crowd wound down, Dylan tried to remember what Erik and Ben had told him. Was he supposed to just go back to Jack and MaryBeth’s, he wondered? He was convinced that he was supposed to pick the guys up, but he had not paid attention to any of the details.

“Holy sh-t,” Dylan thought. “I have no idea where they are.” Not only was he confused, he was completely wrong. Brad had said he’d get the guys back to the house. Dylan clearly had not paid any attention.

“Hey Sara,” he asked as she gathered empty bottles from around the pool table. “Do you have any idea where my brother and Ben went?”

“Yeah, they went off to Brad’s house,” she replied. “They all left about two hours ago,” she added. “What, did you forget about them?” she said in a wisecrack.

“Seriously,” Dylan replied, “I was supposed to go get them, do you know where he lives?”

“No idea,” she teased, leaving him hanging. She went on about cleaning tables.

“F..k,” he whispered under his breath. He had no idea where he was supposed to go and was sure he had screwed up. Sara smiled as she watched him freak out. Finally she relented.

“Take the next right and follow it as far as it goes, it ends at his house,” She advised to a relieved Dylan. “It gets really narrow, but keep going.”

Dylan thanked her and paid his bill, leaving her a nice gratuity. He headed out the door. His jeans still tight, his desires unfulfilled. He would deal with that alone, later.

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Jack had his legs wrapped around MaryBeth’s, feeling her on him and she could feel him rub against her. He was still struggling to hold back, as they snuggled and watched the stars. He could feel his body wanting to surge, as his anatomy continued to get more and more aroused. MaryBeth smiled to herself as she thought about the first time the two of them had a similar romantic session on the beach in their early dating days. It was then that she became aware of Jack’s fascination with swimsuits.

“Gorgeous sky,” she said to him, “the stars are so bright.” Her hand rubbed along the back of him, across his butt. She pressed him into her, which made him even more aroused.

“Yes, it is,” he whispered. His own hands exploring her. He kissed her again, deeply. He could feel himself starting to lose the ability to hold back. “Oh man,” he whispered as he tightened the grip of his legs around hers. She knew he was close. She loved watching him struggle and then finally succumb to his own urges. She slid her hand down his front and across his bulging anatomy, gently caressing him fully.

“You sure have filled out this swimsuit,” she whispered.

“Oh, MaryBeth,’ he whispered. She was driving him totally past the limit. She knew it. They embraced in a deep kiss, her hand really working him. She felt him start to pulsate a bit, as he flexed himself into her. She loved making him crazy, he was so animated.

“Oh man, I can’t stop,” Jack said as he felt himself reaching that pivotal moment. She stroked him several times as his body began to shake from his struggle to retain control. Finally, he succumbed, as the first explosive release sent a shockwave of thrust through his body. She felt him jolt in her hand, tightly encased in the swimsuit. “Oh wow,” he said as he released several solid blasts, the inside of his suit soaked. She kept her hand on him, kissing his chest.

“Such a handsome man when you get aroused,” she whispered. She enjoyed he feel of the aftershocks of release that followed the big explosions. She kept him aroused for quite a while as they laid there and enjoyed the stars. In fact, they continued their romantic adventure as Jack made MaryBeth the focus of his affection, bringing her to the same point he had just enjoyed.

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The guys sunk deep into the water taking in the dark, clear night and the sky full of brightly lit stars. Erik had moved closer to Ben, who now had his hand resting exactly in the right place between Erik’s legs. His gentle rub was doing its magic, keeping Erik in a perpetual state of arousal, which had been spurred on by the images of Brad in his sheer white swimsuit. Ben and Erik looked at each other, they gave each other a knowing smile, Erik having that very sensuous look in his eyes, wanting to take the adventure further along.

“This is an awesome night,” Brad said as he placed his right hand on Ben’s left leg, again. This time he went further up, meeting the leg band of his Speedo swimsuit. His fingers reached down between the legs, creating a very interesting sensation within Ben’s anatomy. Ben was positioned down, so Brad’s fingers rubbed the exact part of Ben that really mattered. He was quickly responding. Brad was already there, but wanted to take it slow. Ben, who had his right hand on Erik, managed to return Brad’s touch with his left.

“Oh man,” Erik said aloud, as his by was being pushed to the limits of erotic stimulation. He could feel himself quickly getting to a fully hard state. Ben smiled at him as he watched Erik’s eyes express the level of pleasure he was getting from the underwater massage. Ben was enjoying the feel of his anatomy, the art of the male human body, as much as Erik was enjoying the workout Ben was giving him. His suit was tight, gripping the outline of his parts.

As much as Erik was the poster man of self-control, Brad was the polar opposite. Ben’s touch quickly brought Brad to full arousal, driven by the desires he had been feeling all night. For Brad, it had been a long time since he had the pleasure of spending sensual time with another guy, let alone two. It was far more than his body could keep control of. Ben could feel Brad’s rapid rise to a penultimate state of excitement, his white, sheer suit now fully stretched around his almost pulsating anatomy. Brad’s grip on Ben had shifted from one of exploration and sensuality, to an expression of Brad’s near climatic state.

A deep moan came from Brad as he adjusted his position slightly, pushing his mid-section harder into Ben’s hand. “This is wicked,” he whispered, as he felt his body starting to reach the final phases of what he really wanted to hold back. Ben had the hard role, he was the working guy between the two, trying to balance his lust for what he was doing t Brad with his desire to enjoy the pleasure of Eric, his most favored guy ever.

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Dylan made his way down the dark lane. He was sure he had been hoodwinked, but he kept repeating Sara’s advice to just keep going. It was dark, pitch black, but for the headlights, and really a bit scary alone. He thought about turning back. But there was no place to do so. He really only had one choice. Like any scared guy would, he rubbed his crotch in the tight jeans as he weaved the care through the tightly wound lane. The crotch rubs were not for erotic pleasure, but he somehow took comfort in the subtle reminder that he had balls. Maybe he was also enjoying it, too. He had reached the narrowest part of the road, where the gravel turned to two wheel ruts separated by tall weeds. He bristled at the sound of the weeds rubbing along the underside of the car, as if a monster was clawing to get in. Far ahead he thought he saw lights. He was, in fact, that close.

Ch 18 continued....
 

“Oh f..k” Brad said softly as Ben gave him an amazingly sensuous rub. He knew he had crossed the point of control as he felt the final push of erection, and the stirring sensation that began deep between his legs as his body started to shudder with excitement. He struggled as his body reached toward climax, not wanting to let lose in the water. He could not stop it, though. Brad quickly stood up, his white suit clearly showing his fully erect state, As he cleared the water he felt the first massive thrust as he let a powerful release, just clear of the water. Erik and Ben watched as his mid-section pushed out several powerful spasms of explosive releases. Brad’s pelvis would thrust forward with each release. His tight butt would flex with each pulsation of release. It was an incredible display of male sexual power taking control of Brad’s body. If anyone had been attached to him, it would have been an amazing ride.

“Sorry guys,” Brad said, “I guess I lost control,” he said as he took deep breaths. He was still feeling the aftershocks of minor releases as he stood in front of them. He was still huge inside the suit, which was now soaked by more than just the water of the hot tub.

“Man, you went nuts,” Ben replied. “No need to be sorry, it was cool to watch,” Ben added as Brad grabbed a towel and climbed from the hot tub.

“I almost didn’t get out in time,” Brad replied, referring to his effort to not lose it in the water. Outside the tub, he toweled off, gently rubbing his front section, enjoying the feeling against his still stimulated anatomy.

Erik sat quiet, speechless. The display had made him way more aroused than he already was. The wet, sheer suit was also keeping his interest and his desires high. Erik needed to do the same thing Brad had, and he needed it bad. He was like a steel pole, well loaded and ready, he had been all day.

Rex let out a bark and trotted off to the front. The headlights became visible as Dylan’s car rounded the last bend, headed toward the house. All three guys looked at each other, perplexed as to who it could be. It was almost t eleven at night, way late for visitors to just drop in. They heard the car door shut and a voice talking to Rex, who was being referred to as “dog.” Brad knew it was someone he did not know, because everyone of his friends knows Rex.

“Expecting anyone?” Erik asked. His mind now off his own desires.

“Not this late,” Brad answered. “Better go see who it is.” He added as he started toward the front. He tossed the towel aside as he walked away from them.

Rex came first, followed by the visitor, as Dylan came into site. “I figured if I followed the dog, I’d find you guys,” Dylan announced as he met up with Brad, clad in his tight, wet, white suit. In the darkness, away from direct light, the suit stood out as a bright white.

“Wow, how did you find us?” Brad asked . “It’s not easy.”

“You can say that, I was worried when the road became a mud trail.” Dylan answered. “What are you guys doing?” Dylan asked, his eyes checking out Brad’s sheer white swimsuit, which in the light was once again so showing all it was supposed to be hiding.

“Just hanging out in the hot tub,” Brad replied. “Hope you brought a swimsuit.”

This just made my weekend!! Great weather and another chapter of my favorite story!! I might just slip on my speedo and soak up some sun today!

Another great chapter which finally brought some, uh, relief......Now it's Dylan's turn for some fun!

Sooooooo HOT.
 

Such a beautifully written story...... I've enjoyed every word, please please please add the next chapter soon I want the same release as Brad!

19: Dylan's Swimsuit
 

Brad really needed to get out of the sticky, wet, swimsuit. He asked Dylan if he wanted anything to drink and used the excuse of getting him a beer to head in and get changed. As he walked toward the house, he adjusted himself in the suit, which was now getting dry and more uncomfortably sticky.

“You have to go see the place,” Erik encouraged Dylan. As much as Brad hoped to be alone, he stopped and offered Dylan join him for a quick tour. He was stuck, literally and figuratively, having to wear his messy suit a little longer. He entered the kitchen area and Brad grabbed Dylan the requested beer, before showing him the rest of the house. As with the rest of the guys, Dylan was equally impressed.

“Cool place,” he said to Brad as he took a deep chug of the cold beer.

“Thanks,” Brad replied. “So, what about a swimsuit?” Brad asked.

“No, sorry.” Dylan replied. “It’s not a big deal, you guys can still go ahead, I can watch.”

“Oh man, you gotta go in the hot tub,” Brad replied “Be right back,” Brad added as he slipped away to his wing of the house. He really needed to get out of the suit. . Brad slipped out of the white suit, which he dropped into a sink of clean water. He was relieved to get out of his sticky situation. He washed up, then went naked to his collection of suits and grabbed another suit and slipped it on.

Out in the hot tub, Ben and Erik used the private time to take in each other. They were both pretty stimulated by the event of the night. They embraced in a tight hold, each of them taking in the touch and feel of the other. Ben was so turned on and aroused, Erik could feel his manhood pressed against Erik’s body as they held each other. It was very tantalizing. They both really wanted to let themselves go all the way, but they held back. Erik rubbed his hands along Ben’s smooth, tight chest and abs, along his waistline, and then down to the magic spots below.

“Oh man, Erik,” Ben whispered. “You are driving me wild.:

“Me too,” Erik replied. “I love the feel of you in your sweet swimsuits.” Erik continued the exploration. Ben was closer than ever and enjoying every minute. He was working to return the sensual touches on Erik’s body as much as he could. They stood and embraced, their bodies mid-thigh up exposed to the cool night air. It felt awesome. Ben’s hands rubbed Erik’s butt as he gently lured him close, so their bulges could touch. It was a great moment alone, or so they thought. Dylan was innocently watching out the sliding door window, absorbing what he was seeing. He was certain there was more between Erik and Ben, and now he was getting the affirmation.

“At least someone is getting some romance tonight,” Dylan thought to himself as he watched his brother and friend continue their caressing embrace.

“Check these out,” Brad’s voice startled him. “I figured you and I are about the same size.” He handed Dylan three different swimsuits. “The blue and black ones are new, never worn, in case that freaks you out, but the red one is pretty awesome looking.” Dylan did not notice, but the white suit Brad was now wearing was different, with some blue stripes along the waist and down the sides. It had the same snug fit, narrow sides, and really showed off his package of goods well.

“Thanks,” Dylan replied as set them down and then held each one up. The blue one was a solid color Speedo, tags still on it. The black was a really cool Tyr suit with cool specks of red, yellow, blue and purple all over it, like small candle sticks of solid colors in a dark background. It looked awesome. Dylan noticed immediately that it was a smaller cut suit than the blue one. It also had a softer feel to the material. The red suit was a different brand. It was almost entirely red, but for yellow piping on each side. It was the smallest of the three. Brad really wanted to see Dylan in the red, he knew he would look hot in it.

“You can try them all on if you want.” Brad offered.

Dylan picked the black one. He slipped off his jeans right there. Brad’s eyes popped out of his head as he watched Dylan strip naked before his eyes. He was more amazing looking than Dylan had thought, a smooth athletic body, very muscular. Not as swimmer or runner looking as Ben and Erik, but more of the rugged athletic type. He had incredible legs, and his chest was adorned with a moderate spread of dark hair. He had a great package, not overly huge, rather well-proportioned with his rugged body. It was amazing what Brad took in in those brief seconds of nakedness. Dylan turned around, back to Brad as he bent over to slip on the suit. Brad watched as Dylan pulled on the tiny black Tyr suit. It really came to life as the material expanded to wrap around Dylan’s mid-section.

“F..K,” Dylan thought to himself as he felt his anatomy do what happened to most guys first time in a snug, tight swimsuit. Dylan felt the erection burst forward. He had wanted to position down, forming a nice little mound in the suit, but he was too firm to make that work. His well-proportioned package was now displaying its best proportion. He had his back to Brad, who could not see what was happening. Dylan positioned to the left, and tied the strings. He checked himself and tried to adjust a bit. It was clear that he was hard, and no way to hide it in the tiny suit.

“Turn around and let me see,” Brad asked.

Dylan hesitated before finally sheepishly turning around, his body’s response to the snug suit clearly on display. “I guess it fits rather tight,” he replied as Brad’s eyes went right to the front of Dylan’s suit.

“It happens,” Brad replied. “First time in a suit like this?”

“Yeah,” Dylan answered, not admitting to his little session alone in the shower the other morning. Finally h turned around, displaying the look of his front. Dylan had to admit that despite the erect state he was in he liked how the suit felt and looked. He could see his reflection in the sliding glass windows. It actually made him feel kind of sexy. He loved the way it showed all of his muscular legs, and the way it cut high on the sides, covering the necessary parts, but leaving the rest of his body visible. He really loved the way the soft material felt against his most sensitive body parts.

“You look great,” Dylan replied. “That suit is perfect for you.” It really did look amazing on him. The colors added a dash of excitement. Despite his anatomic situation, the fit was perfect and the black somewhat hid his aroused state. “You like it?” Brad asked.

“Yeah, it is pretty cool,” Dylan replied. He had not noticed that Brad’s own body was responding to the stimulus of the tight fitting suit on Dylan’s rugged body.

“Grab your beer and let’s get out there,” Brad said as he pushed Dylan on the butt. The attraction was intense, but he was not sure if Dylan felt it, too.

19 Continued
 

Ben and Erik never got further than bringing each other into a frenzied state of sexual edging, which had left both of them actively aroused and desiring of more. They had taken a break from the hot tub and walked out to the dock. The cool air felt great, and was just what their bodies needed. Erik even took a quick jump in the lake, the cold water of the dark moonlit lake felt like the cold blast of an air conditioner on a hot summer day. It was also welcomed relief. They playfully poked and bumped at each other as they walked back to the hot tub. Their suits still clinging wet to the, outlining their masculine features with perfect definition, right down to the cut line on one of them, but not on the other. It was the perfect setting for the song Moondance.

Dylan and Brad were in the hot tub, sitting opposite. Dylan had a beer and Brad had brought out yet another bottle of wine, chilled white. As the guys approached he filled their glasses, standing just high enough that both guys could see his new white swimsuit. Unlike Dylan, they both immediately noted the differences. The sheerness, however, was the same, as the now wet white suit left nothing to secret.

“I didn’t think you had a swimsuit with you,” Erik said to his brother.

“I didn’t,” he replied. “Brad gave me one.”

“Oh, cool. Let’s see it.” Erik continued.

Dylan stood up to reveal the black, colorful suit. In its wet state it clung to him tightly. Brad watched intently as his manhood was before him at eye level. It was almost too much to resist reaching out. He resisted the temptation.

“Cool,” replied Erik. Ben nodded in agreement. For the first time, Erik got to see Dylan in a small, racing type swim suit. He smiled at the look. He had to admit his brother was pretty hot looking. Sara clearly was missing out on a great guy, thought Erik to himself.

Ben and Erik sat on two wood Adirondack chairs side by side, sipping their wine, watching the two guys in the hot tub. They had all consumed enough liquor to let their own inhibitions cut free. The first display was the hand holding between Erik and Ben. Dylan caught it out of the corner of his eye, but made no visible reaction. Since Erik had no idea what Dylan had already seen, this simple display of affection was the first outward step for him with his brother. It took courage, and the influence of wine. Ben smiled at Erik.

Brad and Dylan made small talk. Brad shared stories about life in the top of Maine. “Potatoes up here are king,” he explained, talking about the importance of the region’s biggest farm crop. As Brad talked, he kept thinking about how handsome he thought Dylan looked. He looked way more amazing without clothes than he did in his jeans. Nearly naked he was a pleasant surprise, dressed he blended in. As they sat, Brad slid his foot so that his toes touched the top of Dylan’s foot. Testing the waters, so to speak. Dylan did not move away.

Dylan was really enjoying how the suit’s small cut really allowed his body to feel the water. He rubbed his legs, and even a few times his bulging anatomy. He really liked the feel of his body encased in the tight Lycra material. He was really enjoying himself.

“Maybe there is some interest,” Brad thought to himself. Dylan, at least, appeared open to explore the possibility.

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Ben and Erik were sufficiently chilled from the colder night air. While still sexually piqued, their suits were no longer compressing massive states of aroused anatomy. That, however, was lurking just below the surface, ready to burst forth at the slightest sensual touch. They re-entered the hot tub, causing the shifting of seats. Dylan slid to his right, while Brad slid to his left, the two meeting side by side. Erik entered first and was directly across from Brad, Ben was next to Erik. Not much got said as the four guys sank to their necks in the bubbling water. Ben’s hand was already resting on Erik’s upper leg, starting the latest round of erotic stimulation. Erik returned the same to Ben.

Dylan felt Brad’s hand resting against his leg. It was a tight fit in the crowded hot tub, Dylan rationalized the situation. As they sat quietly, Brad let his hand start to explore Dylan’s leg, sliding his fingers up the outside of his taught quad muscles. Dylan froze at the advance. He did not push it away, but he certainly found it awkward. He opted not to make a scene, letting Brad continue his exploration. In his own private way, he also found the experience interesting.

They did not know there was a term for it, but Ben and Erik were taking each other to the brink, then easing back. Each time they seemed to get closer, and more daring. “Oh holy sh.t,” Ben thought to himself as he quickly slid Erik’s hand away. “Erik might have gone too far,” Ben exclaimed silently to himself, as he felt a surreal sensation permeate his erect anatomy. He knew he was way to close. He spread his legs and bent at his waist, willing himself not to let go. He could feel the juices in his body pushing upward, the sensation teasing him into an erotic ecstasy that he was struggling to control.

Erik slid his hand on Ben’s back, he could see that Ben was on the brink. Ben gave Erik a startled look, actually more of a perplexed look as he felt what he was sure was about to happen begin to percolate inside his tight swimsuit. Ben put his own hands on his bulge and pressed down, as if he could hold it in manually. He felt the pressure inside the tight suit, his body pressing hard against the grasp of the tight material.

Brad’s hand had slid to the top of Dylan’s leg, but he went no further than to where the suit met the leg. He thought best to take things slow. Dylan had not resisted, but he had also not offered anything in return. The guys stayed in the hot tub for several more minutes when Dylan proclaimed that he was getting too hot and was ready to get out. He broke free of Brad’s hold on his leg and climbed out. Ben and Erik followed. Somehow, Ben had been able to stop the surging charge, but he was still very erect, which came into full display as he rose up out of the water. One slight touch and he would probably go over the edge Erik had brought him to.

“You guys want to stay over?” Brad asked as he climber out, “We can play some pool and hang out, there is plenty of space.”

Ben, Erik and Dylan looked at each other as they contemplated the offer. Ben and Erik were game. All eyes rested on Dylan.

I would LOVE to be in that hot tub with those four guys! What an amazing feeling to stay on edge all night like the guys are!

Another wonderful chapter!!! Very enduring. Can't wait for the next chapter.

20: The Pool Game
 

It was late and the guys had not shown up. MaryBeth was worried about where they were and what might have happened. Jack urged her not to worry. “Probably met up with some guys at the bar and are right now having a crazy time,” Jack said as MaryBeth contemplated what to do. “Do they even have out number?” Jack asked. In the small town there was not a police force, she could call the State Police, but they would take forever to come up and check things out.
Finally, the phone rang. It was well after 11. It was Brad from across the lake. “We saw your lights were still on, so I figured it was safe to still call,” Brad explained. MaryBeth was relieved to hear that the guys were safe and sound. Exactly as Jack had said, just having fun and got carried away with time. They knew Brad and his family so she was relieved to know who they were with and where they were.
“You were right,” she explained to Jack. “They are going to stay the night at Brad’s.”
“See, I said they were fine,” Jack replied as he gave her a big hug. He actually liked that they had the whole night alone, he was ready for a little more excitement with MaryBeth. The lights went out shortly after, but the action did not stop for quite some time.
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The guys pulled on T-shirts over their swimsuits and broke out the pool cues and balls. It was a perfect setting for a night on the lake. Swimsuit clad guys playing a late night game of pool. None of the guys seemed too inhibited by the situation, Erik actually found it a little humorous playing pool wearing a speedo. “You swim in a pool in a speedo,” he thought, “makes sense to play pool in a speedo.” He chuckled at the irony.

They all loaded up on another round of wine or beer. Brad brought out yet another bottle of wine, and a couple of bottles of beer in a cute little “Welcome to the Lake” ice bucket. Things were clearly going to get loose, or they were all going to pass out, maybe both. Their youthful bodies processed the liquor fast, age clearly not catching up with them. Hey were feeling little inhibition, lots of laughter, and maybe for a few of them a whole lot of lust.
“Guess we are not swimming tomorrow,” joked Erik with a poke at Ben.
“Um, maybe not… we’ll see replied Ben. “Definitely not running!” Erik laughed and patted Ben on his cute butt. He wanted to do more, but he was not sure how far to push his open acts of affection.

Brad broke out some chips and salsa and opened a bucket of cookies, which quickly started to get devoured. The first game was Ben against Erik. Ben got the break, which failed to produce any pockets. After his first shot, Ben proclaimed he was getting hot as he ripped himself out of his T-shirt, now back to being just in his Arena brand suit. They had been in the dark most of the night, this was the first time anyone of the guys got to see Ben in his swimsuit in the bright light of the well-lit pool room. Ben was sporting a hot red and blue suit, with a tight fit, albeit a bit stretched out from the hours he spent on the edge. It fit him nicely, really nicely. It gave him a confident masculine look, properly featuring his best assets. Erik about boinged a huge erection right there, Brad’s eyes about exploded out of his head.

Erik took his series of shots, sinking three balls before missing a tight angled side shot. He was certainly distracted by Ben in his hot swimsuit, but when it came time to win the game he had no trouble capturing his focus. Ben rebounded back with a string of sinks, but lost the game on a premature sinking of the eight ball. So far, but for Brad, it was the only premature event of the night. Erik celebrated by literally tearing off his own polo shirt. He did not really intend to tear it off, but his exuberance got the best of him. The torn shirt revealed his cute green background Speedo, with red, blue and yellow swirling stripes that ran throughout the suit. It was a tight fit of Lycra against his well primed male parts. He was not as aroused as he was in the hot tub, but he certainly filled the suit out well, and against his very firm and muscular legs he was exactly the eye candy Ben enjoyed.

Brad and Dylan went at each other in the second game. Erik smiled each time Dylan leaned into a shot, revealing the tight black and colorful swimsuit he still had on. Erik was surprised his brother was still wearing it and had not switched back to shorts. He certainly filled it out well, and Brad could not stop taking long looks at Dylan in it, Erik noticed. Erik was absolutely certain that it would not get beyond that, but Erik did not know of the footsie game in the hot tub earlier. Just maybe there was a chance, and Brad was going to try. But first they had a game to play.

As Brad and Dylan played, Erik came up behind Ben and wrapped his arms over Ben’s shoulder, rubbing his chest. The close in fit allowed Erik’s front bulge to nestle against Ben’s cute butt. Both of them immediately started to get very aroused, Ben’s suit visibly filling out as he grew hard, rising the suit at an angle to his right side. The response on Ben was quick, bringing him rapidly back to the edging point where they left off. Erik was not far behind, as his hands continued to massage Ben’s awesome pecs. It was driving Ben wild, and with the free flowing wine, he was just loose enough to let it all happen in complete display to Dylan and Brad.

“Holy f..k, you are making me hard,” Ben thought he whispered to Ben. It was enough, however, to catch Brad and Dylan’s attention.

“Dude, just yell it out there,” Erik said with a chuckle.

“Listen, if you two want to just take it all the way, we’ll sit here and watch,” Dylan said with a grin.

“Maybe even join in…” Brad teased, as he touched Dylan on the shoulder.
Erik slid his hands back off Ben, letting them both settle down. “Maybe later..” Erik said as he slipped away, doing nothing to really hide how erect he was in his own tight and tiny swimsuit. Dylan gave his brother an accepting smile. It was all okay, and Erik really felt cool about how Dylan was reacting. Not the out conversation he expected, but at least it was happening.

Dylan took total control of the pool game, wrapping the game up in four shots. It was late, Ben and Erik had other things on their minds, so the guys agreed to call it a night. They would leave the championship game for another time. Brad offered up the guest room for Ben and Erik, and gave Dylan the small guest alcove adjacent to Brad’s room. The perfect host, he even offered up three new toothbrushes and fresh towels. The guest room had a single king size bed, Dylan had a double. Brad had a queen size bed.

“You guys need anything to sleep in?” Brad asked

“I am fine like this,” Erik replied. He had no intention of shedding the swimsuit. Ben nodded in agreement.

“Hey, get some sleep,” Dylan offered up with a grin. He knew that they had other things they wanted, maybe even needed to do first. Dylan knew he did, too.

21: Night time
 

Writers note: This chapter contains some more graphic descriptions....

Brad and Dylan decided that they were not quite ready to end the night, so they returned to the pool table. Brad got them more drinks and they racked up a fresh game. Dylan lost count of how many beers he had consumed, but clearly he was on a binge. They were going down smooth. The effects, however, were showing in the game. The two guys ended up laughing more than playing, jostling each other over their off kilter shots and missed pockets. By the time it was all over, both guys were out of their shirts, sporting just the tiny swimsuits. Brad was clearly more aroused than Dylan. Dylan had taken note of how huge Brad looked in the tiny white swimsuit, he wondered if he was showing the same well-endowed appearance.

Dylan adjusted himself in the tiny suit. He was feeling amorous and the suit was fitting tighter. He had one string hanging out, the other tucked away, which was ironically symbolic of his state of mind. He smiled at Brad as they finished up the game. Brad technically won, but they weren’t really paying much attention.

“Dylan, you look awesome in swimsuits,” Brad offered up in the quiet moment after the end of the game, as the two guys stood face to face. It was clearly a trial balloon to see what response he got.

Dylan blushed. Liquor free he probably would have bolted, but instead he reacted flattered. “Thanks, you do, too,” Dylan replied. “They feel great on, I mean makes me feel… I don’t know,” Dylan added as he rubbed his hands all over the front of his suit, across his own bulging anatomy. He wanted to admit they made him feel sexy, aroused, but he left it hanging. His body reacted in a way he never would have expected to a compliment from another guy. He actually felt himself stir with aroused interest.

“That white suit is pretty revealing,” Dylan added. “I mean wet…” he trailed off.

“Yeah, I love white swimsuits, but I only wear them alone or with close friends,” Brad replied. “I really like swimsuits, have ever since my days on swim team,” Brad added. “I mean I wasn’t a good swimmer, but I stayed on the team just for the swimsuits.” He laughed as he said it.

As they talked they had moved closer to each other. Much closer. Brad reached out and took Dylan’s hand. Dylan did not resist, but he wasn’t sure what was really happening. “Let’s go watch some television,” Brad offered as he led Dylan toward his bedroom suite. Dylan watched the tight white swimsuit move with Dylan’s hips as he led him, their hands now free of the hold. Dylan was nearing hard inside the swimsuit, his bulge much more prominent. He was not afraid to explore wherever this was going. Willing, actually.
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Ben was finished ahead of Erik with the nightly rituals. As he entered the bed room, Ben tugged on his swimsuit strings and tied them up. The suit fit good and snug, in fact, as Ben would soon learn, he had made it a little too snug. Ben was laying on his back, his legs spread open to the width of his shoulders, his feet pointed outward. He was very much aroused and ready. He looked absolutely stunning. His flat muscular chest and abdomen, narrowing to a perfect V shape meeting the swimsuit. His legs showing all the muscular power of a long distance runner. Between the two perfect specimens of the male body was a very masculine looking rise of male reproductive parts, entirely at the ready of exploration and physical action. His eyes were glistening with the aura of desire, and his smile was infectious with lust. Erik joined him at his side, Erik laying on his side, slightly bent at the waist, legs in a L pointed backward. Erik wrapped himself against Ben, the two snugly together. Erik had desires to try something new, while Ben just had a desire to try anything that would lead him to explosive release of his pent up sexual energy.

“Let’s try something,” Erik whispered to Ben. Ben smiled back at him. “Just relax and enjoy, tell me if you want me to do anything…”

Erik began at Ben’s feet, slowly exploring both of his feet, and working his way up from there. Gentle touches and pleasurable massages, along his calf muscles. Up between his legs. Ben was in a trance as he felt Erik working his way up. Each new part bringing a new sensation inside his swimsuit. He could feel himself filling with erotic desire.

“Oh man, Erik, go slow…” Ben pleaded. He knew he was heading to a climax too fast. He wanted to enjoy whatever Erik had in mind. His swimsuit had grown so tight on him, as his anatomy filled more and more with pressure. Ben felt his heart beating with anticipation. Erik made it all the way to the point where his legs meet, gently rubbing in between them and massaging the magic spot right up between his legs. But Erik stopped there and went no further. Ben flinched and flexed in the middle as he felt himself starting to produce the signs of his final stage.

Erik climbed on top of Ben, sitting right over his mid-section, his tight butt nestled over Ben’s engorged bulge. Erik started at the ears, but this time with some quick romantic kisses. He slowly worked down, across his cheeks, and down his neck. Erik’s body now straightened on Ben, laying abdomen to abdomen, and bulge to bulge. Ben felt his erection bursting ever harder.

“Oh Erik, oh my I am so close,” Ben whispered again.

“Hold it, take control.” Erik said back softly, not a command, but more of a gentle request.

“I am trying,” Ben replied as he body wiggled in the middle. Erik felt Ben’s very erect anatomy against his own. Both of their suits were stretched well beyond what any suit should have to hold. Erik’s amazing self-control had him in a stayed position of perpetual arousal. Ben was doing his best, but he knew he was losing. Erik slid off the other side of Ben, and worked his way down his chest and abdomen, finally reaching the top of his swimsuit. This time he did not stop, he slid his hand across and along each rise and outline of the sensually erotic suit, tantalizing Ben inside it to the point of almost no more self-control.

“Please, Erik, please,” Ben pleaded. His mid-section began arching up as he tried to hold back. Erik slid his hand inside the waist and pulled the strings. They seemed to untie. Ben wanted Erik to free him of the suit so bad. He was so very, very close. Just as Erik started to slip his fingers inside the waist to pull the suit loose, Ben moaned loudly. His mid-section started to pulsate with anticipation. “Oh man, I can’t stop,”

The suit didn’t budge. Erik felt the strings tightly holding, despite being untied. “What the heck,” he thought. Quickly he realized the problem. A deep knot was nestled well into the base of the strings. Ben continued to press hard and struggled to hold back. He was arching his back.

“Erik, please,” Ben pleaded again. He was rock hard encased in that tiny suit. He felt every sensation in him, he was in a state of total erotic stimulation. “Untie me Erik,” he pleaded.

“Dude, I can’t get your strings free, you knotted them,” Erik said back, perplexed as to what to do.

“Oh Fu,k me,” Ben replied. “I am fu.king trapped in this thing.” Ben really did not want to explode inside his suit, He wanted whatever Erik was about to do. A new adventure. His body was shaking as he held back, his anatomy awkwardly bent at the limits of the tightly tied suit. “Get me out, Erik,” he pleaded.

“I can’t even get to the knot,” Erik replied as he started to feel Ben’s rock hard rod with his fingers. Erik struggled to free the knot, but the strings were locked tight deep into the waistband. Ben was enraged with desire, and struggling to hold back.

“Oh Erik,” Ben pleaded. “Oh man, I can’t hold back.” His body was almost thrusting with urge.

Erik watched and held Ben as he finally succumbed to the circumstances. His body thrusted hard several times. Ben’s anatomy pulsated against the suit, as his body released hours of pent up male passion. Ben shuddered at each release. His body just kept pulsating, thrusting, releasing. Ben was gasping for air, the energy being consumed was intense, making him breathless. The feeling he was having was beyond description. It was by far the wildest ride he had ever had. He was sweating hot. His eruptions slowed, and his anatomy took on a more sensual response, letting little aftershocks rumble out of him. His suit was soaked with a sticky feel.

“Oh man,” Ben said gasping as it all came to a romantic end. Erik held him tight, his wet suit soaking Erik’s as they held close. Erik whispered what he had intended to do. Ben’s mind raced with what could have been. His body was too drained to respond. He smiled at the thought. It would have been amazing.

“We need to still figure out how to get you out of that swimsuit,” Erik whispered.

“But first, it is your turn,” Ben replied. He was sure Erik was ready.

21 Continued
 

Dylan laid on his abdomen, facing the wrong way on the bed as Brad showed him some of his swimsuit collection. He had at least a drawer full of various swimsuits, none of them larger than a square cut. Brad pulled out a really wild print pattern in purple, black and blue that looked absolutely gorgeous. “I really like this one,” Brad said as he tossed it to Dylan.

“Yeah, this is really cool,” Dylan answered as he held the suit up. It looked really tiny without anyone wearing it.

“Try it on, if you want,” Brad offered. “You’d look great in it.” Dylan blushed again at the compliment, as he thought about whether to take the offer.

“If you try that one, I’ll try this one,” Brad added to his proposal, holding up a red and yellow print suit that also looked really bold and inviting. With that, Dylan rolled off the bed and quickly shed the suit he had on. Brad watched as Dylan slid on the purple print, nestled himself inside it, adjusted and then turned to face Brad, the purple strings untied and hanging free in front. It was a perfect fit, and its high cut legs really accentuated Dylan’s rugged quads and strong hips.

“That looks fantastic!” Brad exclaimed. It really did. Dylan really had a perfect body for colorful swimsuits. Brad was hooked. Brad slipped out of his white suit, and pulled on the red and yellow, barely able to contain his firm manhood into the tiny suit. The red suit was a very small cut, not really made for swimming, more of a sunning and showing swimsuit. It’s very narrow sides accentuated the reach of his package, prominently encasing it in a sensual bulge that hung low between his legs. He tied the strings in front of Dylan, and then made a final adjustment with his hand. “What do you think?” Brad asked as he posed before Dylan.

“That is a pretty tiny one,” Dylan replied. “Not sure I could wear something that risqué,” he added.

“It really feels great on,” Brad replied. “But it is pretty tight and tiny, I guess.”

The two of them tried on several more suits each, each time getting a little more animated as they modeled. They slowly sipped the last of the alcohol. The last suit Dylan ended up in was the tight red one that Brad had offered at the beginning. While it was not the hottest suit Dylan had modeled, the red color was Brad’s favorite, and he loved how Dylan filled the suit out and looked in it. Brad had on a square cut Orange print with mesh sides. The string was on the outside, leaving an exposed tie-up. On Brad’s lean, tall frame the square cut looked really cute. Dylan had to admit, Brad did look pretty hot in it.

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Ben really was trapped in his swimsuit. Neither he nor Erik could get the knot out, despite both trying for several minutes each.

“I’m not going to cut it off,” Ben said as he kept trying to work his fingernail to get a hold of one of the tightly entangled strings.

“Dude, you may be stuck in that swimsuit forever,” Erik laughed.

“Shut up,” Ben replied, exasperated. “This just sucks. I gotta get this thing off.” Ben wanted to get out of the sticky, wet suit.

“Tell you what, let’s take a shower and I can work on it in the water. I bet the wet strings will come free better.” Erik suggested.

“Good idea,” Ben replied. Ben was ready to try anything. Even if they could not get the suit off, he could at least get it clean.

The guest shower was huge, easily room for two handsome young men. It had dual shower heads. They started the water and got the temp just right. Ben stepped in first, followed by Erik.

Great story! I love the relationship between Ben and Eric, and I love Dylans willingness to experiment. Can't wait to see what happens with him and Brad!

WWWWWOOOOOOOWWWWWW. What a chapter!!!! That is all that cums to mind. Mind blowing

So hot and erotic - loving the guys being brought to 'the edge', and finally forced to surrender to their desires.

22: All knotted up...
 

“I really like the way that you look in that suit,” Dylan said to Brad, as he admired how awesome the square cut fit him. “It really compliments your body.” Dylan had laid back down on the bed, again on his abdomen, facing Brad off the back of the bed.

“Thanks, Dylan,” Brad replied as he modeled the suit. After the little show he sat on the bed next to Dylan. It was an awkward moment, Brad not sure what to do next. Dylan turned and smiled at him, with an inviting look. Brad finally laid his hand on Dylan’s back and rubbed his shoulders and along the base of his neck. Dylan did not refuse, which Brad took as a good sign.

“That actually feels good,” Dylan finally said. He laid his head on his arms, as Brad started to give him a much fuller, more exploring back rub.

“I wonder who is in the shower,” Brad said as he continued his exploration of Dylan, rubbing across the back of his red swimsuit. Dylan was caught off guard when he felt his body getting aroused by what Dylan was doing.

“Or what they might be doing in there…” Dylan replied with a tease. With that, he rolled over onto his back, exposing his front side. He reached over and touched Brad’s leg, close in to the base of his square cut suit. From Dylan it was a clear invite, the red suit now bursting with interest inside.
“Look at you,” Brad responded as he accepted the overture.
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Ben immediately lathered up all over and soaked himself with the almost too hot shower. It felt awesome, as he washed himself, reaching inside his suit to make sure those parts got clean, a swell. He pulled out the strings, which seemed perfectly untied, except that they were linked into a tiny tight knot that sat deep inside the eyelet of the suit. Erik enjoyed the show as Ben rubbed and washed himself. The water rushing down Ben’s body riding over his bulge and created a waterfall of sorts as it launched off of him. It looked really awesome.

Erik took the shampoo bottle and lathered himself up, using it as soap, as well. He was still very much in need of more than just a shower, and his body’s quick response to the stimulus of Ben in his soapy, wet suit was showing up in Erik’s own suit. He took a handful of soap and tossed it at Ben, laughing as it hit him in the face, but quickly washed down and off the manhood water fall. The two guys played a short game of soap tossing, teasing each other, forgetting for a moment the knot that had brought them into the shower in the first place.

“I really need to get this suit untied,” Ben finally re-grounded them on the mission.

“I can’t believe you got it knotted that bad,” Erik replied. The problem wasn’t the know, it was that the strings were really tightly coiled and once they sealed around each other, it was hard to get between them to free them, especially as deep as they were inside the suit’s waistline. “What did you do to get them so tight?”

“Dude, I have no idea,” Ben replied. He was struggling to get his finger between the strings, but it wasn’t working. “Damn it,” Ben said in frustration, as he grabbed both ends and tugged them real hard.

“Ben, you are just pulling it tighter,” Eric replied. It was actually erotic realizing Ben was literally trapped in a Speedo that he could not get off. Erik started to laugh at the whole situation. “Let me try,” he offered.

The two guys got real close, as Erik rolled back the top of the waist and pulled on the strings to get the knot out of the suit. The tugging and pulling on the suit was having a stimulating effect on Ben, as well, as he started to respond to the sensations on his anatomy. “Damn, you sure did get this thing down in there,” Erik said as he struggled with the suit. “I can’t even get to it. Maybe we should just cut it out.”

“I’m not ruining a brand new suit. I’ll just deal with it,” Ben replied.

“Ha, yeah, you will just never be able to take the suit off.” Erik laughed. “Except at some point you will need to...”

After several minutes they decided to give up for a while, realizing they were not making progress. Ben pulled Erik into him and gave him a deeply embracing hug. He reached and turned the water off, and pulled Erik close to him such that Erik’s legs wrapped around Ben’s. It did not take long for Erik’s anatomy to respond, he had been on the edge all night. The moved out of the shower and each of them dried the other off, especially drying the slight bands of material that made up their swimsuits. Ben especially took his time drying Erik, feeling to make sure every nook was taken care of. Erik’s body was being pulled quickly to the brink, his suit not stretched well beyond what any swimsuit should have to endure.

“Oh damn, Ben,” Erik whispered as Ben laid him back on the bed. “We need to get that knot out…”

“We can do that later,” Ben replied.

Despite his best efforts to slow down and enjoy the attention, Erik’s body had other desires. He quickly reached the point of no return, as he felt himself burst into the final stages of arousal, the pressure between his legs growing as his body started to reach the point of thrusting convulsions. “Oh man, Ben,” Erik moaned as he felt the first deep push inside his manhood. The intensity of the first massive thrust was beyond anything Erik had ever experienced before. He had been on the brink so long, his body wanting to get there all night.

“Holy crap,” Ben said as he held onto Erik, whose powerful full body thrusts just kept coming. “Are you okay?”

“Awesome,” Erik replied as he finally started to settle down. "That was wild!" Erik and Ben held each other as Erik regained his composure. It was a sweet moment. “Guess we better visit that shower again,” Erik finally added.

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22 Continued
 

Brad was up early, making eggs and sausage that filled the house with the aroma of a country breakfast. Dylan was still asleep, as were the other two guests. Rex was running around outside chasing whatever wildlife he could muster up. The lake was still at the early hour, the wind had not yet picked up. Brad was wearing a kitchen Apron over a T-shirt that hung down well past the orange print Speedo suit he had on. It was an amazing suit that was a mix of Southwest style colors that reminded one of chili-peppers. Brad loved the brightness of the print.

Erik woke to the sound of Rex barking at something outside. The sun was already up and had been for some time. The country breakfast smell permeated the room. Ben was in bed next to him, naked. He was finally free of the knotted swimsuit which they were able to get him out of after heroic efforts. Erik wondered how many swimmers get trapped in their swimsuits like Ben did. Erik quietly slid out of bed and slipped on his damp, but dry suit, the moist material clinging to him. He pulled on a shirt and ventured out to the kitchen.

“Hey hot stuff,” Brad greeted him as he entered the large gourmet kitchen. “Don’t you look cute, sleepy eyes.”

“Nice morning,” Erik replied. “Like your Apron over naked legs… you wearing anything under that shirt?”

“Come check..” Brad teased, not actually expecting Erik would, and shocked when he did.

“Fu,king awesome suit,” Erik proclaimed. “Love the colors.”

“Thanks, hey if you want a clean swimsuit, I pulled a bunch out… they are on the chair,” Brad offered, pointing. “Want some coffee or juice?”
Brad had pulled out a dozen swimsuits of various colors and cuts. Erik grabbed a cup of coffee and went over and inspected the collection. He found a really cute blue and white vertical striped suit that had a sort of nautical look. It was really narrow cut on the sides, about an inch or so.

“This looks really skimpy,” Erik suggested holding the swimsuit up.

“Yeah, but it feels great and looks cool on,” Brad replied. “Try it.”

Erik slipped off his suit and slipped on the striped suit. It was a really tiny cut and he felt a bit naked in it. It really outlined the rise of his legs, and barely covered the essential parts. He tied the strings, which were on the outside, into a cute bow tie look. He glanced down at the look as he finished up a few adjustments. The suit felt soft and light on. Erik did not realize that it did not have a liner, which made it really outline his anatomy. He did notice the way it really displayed him.

“That looks really sexy on you,” Brad observed as he watched Erik model the suit. “You should wear that.”

“It does feel like I have nothing on,” Erik replied. Erik walked out to the deck and took in the glorious morning. He ventured out to the dock as Brad watched from the window. He had the cutest tight butt and muscular legs. Brad was in his glory, three awesome guys as guests.

Ben was awake and he ventured out from the guest room. He heard the two guys talking. He had slipped back on the same suit he had been trapped in last night, but this time he left the strings untied and hanging out. Brad greeted him with a warm, quick hug. He had shed the apron and was in just the T-shirt and swimsuit. “You look rested,” Brad said as he let Ben out of his embrace.

“Hey, where did Erik get that suit,” Ben asked.

“Oh, it is one of mine,” Brad answered as he showed Ben the remaining suits. “Want to try a different one?”

“Brad, you are too funny,” Ben replied. “You are really into swimsuits, just like us.” Brad smiled. Ben picked out a solid yellow regular cut brief. He took it back to the guest room to change. When he emerged in the yellow suit, he looked absolutely sensational.

“I love it,” Brad said.

“Thanks, man,” Ben replied. He ventured out to show Erik and check out his cute nautical swimsuit. They ventured out to the dock and sat on the edge, in the sun, feet dangling in the water. They held hands and chatted about what a great day it was. They simply enjoyed the company of each other. Rex was attentively watching each of them and teasing them with a stick that they each would toss for him. Rex loved the attention as much as each of the guys loved each other. It was going to be a great last day at the lake.