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23: Morning Cruise
 

Dylan meandered out of the bedroom with a towel wrapped around him. He was fresh from a shower and had nothing on under the towel. “How long have you been up?” he asked. “Breakfast smells great.”

“You slept well,” Brad answered. “Ben and Erik are out on the dock with Rex.” Brad wanted to give him a hug, but he was not sure. ‘You look cute in your towel.” Brad added. Dylan smiled.

“I was going to just put on one of the swimsuits you lent me, but I wasn’t sure if that would be weird,” Dylan volunteered.

“Dyl, I mostly just wear my swim gear when I am here, even in the winter,” Brad replied with a grin. “Been that way since my swim team days. I just like them, I guess.” The two already had nicknames for each other. Dyl and Bradman.

“You are just strange,” Dylan replied teasingly.

“Truth,” Brad answered. “Hey, put the red one back on,” Brad added as Dylan walked back to Brad’s suite. He was thinking how lucky Brad was to have such a huge place all to himself, mostly. But then, he didn’t have a brother, so it was probably pretty lonely as a kid.
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Brad and Dylan carried the breakfast out to the deck. Dylan was in the red suit that Brad really liked. Dylan wasn’t all that crazy about the color, but he loved the way it felt on. After they put the food down, they walked out to the dock to get the guys. Rex bounded toward them, happy to see more people to play stick with. Erik and Ben got up and walked back toward the house, Erik’s eyes about popped out of his head when he saw his brother in the tiny red swimsuit.

“Cool swimsuit, brother,” Erik complimented Dylan.

“Yeah, thanks. It is kind of small, though,” Dylan replied.

“You look great in it,” Ben added in. “You’ll get the ladies attention in that for sure.”

“Maybe,” Dylan answered, blushing.

The four guys devoured breakfast way faster than it took to make. All of them bare chested and swimsuit clad. It was an amazing lake morning. Erik and Ben touched knees under the table. Brad eyed Dylan the whole time, knowing that whatever happened last night was probably a one night stand. Dylan was clearly a straight guy, despite whatever experiment occurred. No details were shared, not then, not later. Whatever happened in that bedroom stayed in that bedroom.
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“That was an awesome breakfast,” one of the guys complimented Brad, followed by the others. The four of them made short work of the cleaning up. A loon started calling out in the lake, setting of several other loons in a morning chorus.

“How about a boat cruise?” Brad offered.

“Sounds fantastic,” Ben replied.

“Grab a towel, and let’s get out there.,” Brad responded. He loaded a cooler of drinks and snacks and grabbed several pairs of swim goggles from his collection, enough for everyone. “I’ll be at the dock, come on Rex,” Brad added.

The sun was up and bright in the crystal clear blue sky. A gently breeze out of the west was putting slight ripples in the lake. It was already well into the upper 70’s, signs of a very hot day to come. It was the perfect day to hang on the lake, stay in your swimsuit all day, and get wet whenever you wanted. All of the guys came out one by one, all but one still in the same suits from breakfast, Erik in the blue striped daring one, Ben still in his hot yellow narrow brief and Brad in his chili pepper orange and red Speedo. Dylan, however, switched out of the red suit back into the black fireworks print he wore the night before.

“Whatever you like best,” Brad answered when Dylan explained that he felt too naked in the red one. Brad really was fine with the switch, at least Dylan didn’t go back to shorts or jeans. The boat slowly back away from the dock, Rex taking a commanding position front and center of whatever direction the boat was moving. It was a large pontoon boat. It didn’t move fast, but it had plenty of room to lay out on the seats or the sun deck.

“Want to drive?” Brad asked Erik as the boat started to move out into the open lake. “Easier than a car,” he added. The big party boat moved at a gentle pace as Erik and Brad switched. “You look nautical in that swimsuit, perfect for being captain,” Brad added as he touched Erik on the butt. Erik beamed a big smile. He did look amazing bare chested, accordion ripped abs, tight V line to the waist, a well fit tiny striped swimsuit on, sunglasses, and his short cropped and uncombed hair. A perfect summer look for a handsome young man.

Brad rubbed Erik’s shoulders as he watched Erik guide the boat in the open lake. From over the head, looking down at Erik was an amazing view, his fit upper body had not a ripple of excess weight, making the transition from chest to stomach to swimsuit with no creases of extra weight, his tight legs extended out from his cute bulging swimsuit. Brad smiled at how hot Erik looked. It was amazing how different the two brothers were in physique. Dylan the rugged athlete, Erik the specimen of a serious runner, who happened to look like a hot swimsuit guy. In truth, all four guys made their swimsuits look outstanding.

Dylan and Ben took up rights to the two front loungers, both stretched out in the sun. Ben kept checking out Dylan, who was really feeling cool laying back, almost naked, showing how handsome a guy can look in the right style swimwear. Dylan had become converted. He could never go back to shorts, not after feeling how awesome his new swimwear felt on. For sure it showed his male parts off a bit more, but didn’t most guys really want to do that, Dylan thought. The thought of being on a beach, cute girl, in a really hot swimsuit was certainly making Dylan a bit excited. Ben noticed.

“This is the life, eh?” Ben asked Dylan as the boat bobbled gently over the ripples, the splashing against the pontoons making soft rumbles.

“Yeah, it is sweet,” Ben answered. “I could stay out here all day,” he added.

“Hey, I think that is Jack and MaryBeth,” Brad announced, pointing to a Pontoon boat ahead of them. “I am sure that is their boat,” he added. “Captain, give her some power, let’s catch up,” Brad requested of Erik. Erik eased forward on the throttle and the 90hp engine increased the speed of the boat. They quickly closed the gap, the pontoon boat starting to bounce over the waves.

“Jack is a big Speedo guy,” Brad offered. “And not just by style, but he is almost always in a Speedo brand suit. He is what I want to look like at his age,” Brad added.

“Yeah, he does look great,” Erik replied.

“Blow the horn,” Brad directed. Erik complied, expecting something more than the chirp that the boat produced.

MaryBeth turned around first and immediately waved. She whispered in Jack’s ear and he quickly brought the boat to idle. Brad took over the controls and instructed the guys to make sure the boats did not hit. Dylan dropped the big white buoys down the right side as Brad and Jack guided the boats close.

“As soon as you can, grab their boat and pull us together,” Brad directed. It was like two teens doing their first slow dance, not sure how close to bring their bodies, but then pulling them in. They tied off together and opened the gates between the two boats.

Jack did not disappoint. Brad called it as he was wearing a Speedo brand race suit, in a bold light blue and yellow print. It fit him well, even if he did appear a little larger than normal, probably triggered by what MaryBeth was doing to him prior to the two boats meeting.

“Hey guys,” Jack said. “We wondered if we’d ever see you again,” he laughed. His eyes wandered across each guy as Jack noted the four different swimsuits. “Look at all you guys, sweet swimsuits,” Jack added, especially noting Dylan in his.

“Just what every girl wants, to be the only one with five handsome guys in tiny swimsuits,” MaryBeth teased. “All of you look cute,” she added.

“You do too,” Jack replied and gave her a quick kiss.
They all chatted and hung out together, Rex bounding between the two boats. Erik and Ben took a jump in the lake, swimming around the man-made boat island. Rex barked at the swimmers. They re-emerged, climbing up the back ladder. Erik was up first, his unlined white and blue swimsuit clung to him like cellophane wrap around a hot dog. The white was sheer, something Erik did not expect, but at least the blue covered. He tugged the suit away, but the wet material re-clung as he released it back.

“Yeah, that suit is a bit clingy,” Brad whispered. “No liner,” he added. Erik smirked as he figured out what Brad meant.

“Oh well,” he replied.

Ben followed, the wet yellow material also hugged him tightly. While not as sheer as the white in Erik’s suit, Ben’s definitely left noting to the imagination wherever it touched skin. While not white sheer, there was little to question about what he had inside the suit. Erik’s eyes about came out of his head as Ben climbed out of the water. He stood for minute on full display, oblivious to how much he was actually letting show. If she saw any of this, ever graceful MaryBeth said noting. Neither did anyone else. Erik and Ben smiled at each other. Secretly, they each found it strangely fun, albeit a bit over the top. A few minutes in the sun and the suits regained their opaqueness.
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The boats pulled away after about an hour. The guys were going to go up the lake to the far end and hang out in the water. It was at the undeveloped end of the lake, private and isolated. The water was shallow at the far end with a soft bottom. A perfect spot for four guys to have the freedom to do whatever they wanted. Afterwards, they would meet back at Jack and MaryBeth's for one last airplane tour, just the guys, followed by dinner. The boat powered eastward down the lake, heading towards an amazing time in the sun.

Would love to be on that boat all day with the guys. Hanging out…chubing up…cooling down…chubbing up! Great way to spend a day!!

Great story
 

This is my first post since joining the board. I've been reading the story and continue to enjoy the way you develop the relationships and keep the suspense so we're eagerly waiting for the next chapter. Please keep them coming.

The Speedoforum...
 

I just learned that my story has been stolen and the first installment is posted on TheSpeedoForum. You will see a post called "Erik" in the story section, which is exactly my first chapter. You can see by the dates which one was posted first, so the original is clear. I am not a member of SpeedoForum. It is too bad that some guy is so insecure and immature that he would steal a work and claim it as his own.

plagarism
 

Is Erik infringing any of Dave Evans's forum rules? No doubt Mike would wipe him off here but I am not sure that the same rectitude would apply to that forum's posts.

Plagiarism
 

I would hope that the flagrant plagiarism is a violation of the rules of thespeedoforum. In my view, there is no excuse for plagiarism. The guy could have written that he had read a great story on the Mens Swim Suit Board and just directed folks to the board to read and enjoy it.

Dooley67

Clarification
 

Byron, Erik is the main character in my story, which the guy used as "his" story title. I am not sure the name of the person who stole it other than his SpeedoForum user name is "deadendwaterfall." I am fine if he wanted to re-post it as long as he at least gave the right credit of authorship.

It's a shame someone stole your story. I guess you could consider it a compliment - but the thief should certainly have given credit to the original author and posting site. But it is still a great story, so I hope you don't get discouraged and stop writing!

deadendwaterfall
 

OK - seems to be some guy from England - have asked DE to explain his forum rules (but don't hold your breath)

No worries...
 

The next chapter is in the oven... So to speak....

No worries
 

Since it's in the oven, is it going to be a hot chapter???

Dooley67

Pierre de Laclos*
 

Origin obscure - wrongly attributed to the French playright:*
"Revenge is a dish best served cold"

24: The big swim...
 

“Let’s swim the rest of the way,” Erik suggested to Ben as the boat headed east. They were easily a mile out from the end.

“Want to?” Brad asked, hearing the idea. He idled the motor.

“Yeah, it would be cool,” Erik answered. Ben wasn’t really sold on the idea, but the competitive juice in him had to make him say yes.

“We can follow in the boat,” Brad answered. “Make sure you don’t get swallowed by some big trout or something.”

“Or a shark,” Ben laughed.

Brad cut the engine and the guys readied themselves. Goggles on, they jumped in the water, Rex barked at them as they did. “How deep is it here?” Erik asked as he treaded water for a second.

“Not sure, maybe 50 or so feet?” Brad answered with a question.

“Deep and cold,” Ben answered. “You won’t find your balls for a week after this.” He teased. The water was cold, especially out in the deeper parts of the lake. Maine water this far north never got really warm, even in the hottest of summers.

“Swim straight toward that big open area, see what I mean?” Brad asked.

“Got it,” Erik replied with confidence.

“Let’s go,” Ben proclaimed as much as asked, as he set off on the journey. His bright yellow suit was clearly visible in the water. Erik set off behind him, but they quickly joined side by side.

“You want to join them,” Brad asked Dylan.

“Maybe in a bit…” Dylan replied. He really wanted to, but for some reason the middle of the lake swimming freaked him out a bit. He gave his brother credit for being willing to jump in.

The guys got about 100 feet ahead of the boat when Brad started the motor. Erik heard the whine of the engine in the water and slowed a bit, trying to orient what he was hearing. He realized once he realized it was just the boat behind them. Sound travels surprisingly well in water, but it loses a sense of direction.

“We need to stay behind them so we don’t create a wake,” Brad said. The boat moved slowly behind the swimmers. Brad really liked the view. Ben’s tight butt weaved back and forth on the top of the water as he kicked. He had a muscular back side, and he had sculpture runners legs. As his arms came up for each stroke, the outline of every muscle displayed itself. It was a great view.
Erik was equally impressive. His white and blue swimsuit glided in the water, he had the better looking bubble butt of the two, but his rear end did not sway back and forth like Ben. He was a much more rigid swimmer, almost barge like flat in the water. He needed work on his swimming form, but his body form looked just fine. As he stroked he slightly rotated, displaying the tips of his shoulders as his arms rose up to reach. He had an impressive forward reach, and his legs looked hot as he kicked strongly from the hips.

“You want to swim?” Dylan asked Brad. “I can drive if you do?”

“No, it is more fun to watch,” Brad replied. As much as he loved to swim, he was really getting a stimulated charge out of watching the two handsome guys in the water.

“What was that?” Ben exclaimed as he stopped swimming. “It was huge!” he added.

Erik, hearing Ben, also stopped. “I think it was a fish,” he replied. “A big fish!”

Brad and Dylan were too far back to hear them, but saw the commotion. Brad idled the boat as it drifted closer.

“You guys okay,” Brad asked. Both Dylan and Brad hung over the rail on the right side of the boat.

“Something big in the water!” Ben yelled back.

“Lots of big fish out here,” Brad answered. “Mostly they will get away, but sometimes they might not realize you are that close.”

“Damn, he was huge,” Erik replied. Ben and Erik treaded water for a minute or two. They had only covered about a quarter of the distance. Calmer, the guys resumed their journey. It was not the last fish they would see, but at least they would no longer get so freaked out by them.

As the boat edged along behind them, Dylan grabbed a pair of goggles. He rubbed his body all over with his hands, giving Brad a bit of a show as he prepped himself to jump in the water and face his fear. He could not be outdone by Ben and Erik. Brad smiled as he watched Dylan prep himself, shaking his nerves. He looked innocent and cute in just the tiny, colorful swimsuit.

“Better put those strings in, some fish may come and bite them if they hang down like that,” Brad teased Dylan. “Looks like you’re ready to go swimming.”

“Ready as I will ever be,” Dylan replied as his fingers pushed the drawstrings into his suit, Brad watching as Dylan pushed the ties deep into his waist. Brad wished he could help.

Brad brought the boat to idle and cut the engine. Rex was up with curiosity as Dylan headed to the back of the boat for his swim. He patted Dylan in his broad, rugged shoulders as Dylan readied to jump off the back of the boat. “You look like a swimmer,” Brad complimented Dylan, who beamed a bright smile back. Dylan found Brad funny, and in a way he had never felt before, he found him attractive. The deep open water, his confusing feelings for Brad, and his brother taking a lead over him in courage left Dylan in a conflicted state of mind. He leapt off the back of the boat, splashing into the water.

“Have a great swim,” Brad yelled, giving Dylan the thumbs up. Brad smiled as Dylan began his swim, heading toward the two other guys, who were easily 300 feet ahead. They were now probably a mile from shore, it would be a long, slow swim. Brad waited and watched as Dylan glided through the water, his speedo clad body only visible because of his arm stroked and strong kick. Dylan’s dark suit blended in with the water, the streaks of color barely noticeable against the dark, deep lake. Dylan was much more rugged and strong looking in the lake, not as streamlined thin as Erik and Ben. His arms looked massive as he stroked. Brad smiled at the contrast of the bodies. Alone in the boat, he enjoyed the view of the guys displaying their swimming prowess. “They look pretty cute, don’t they Rex,” Brad said as he gave Rex a big rub along his head and back. Rex looked like he was smiling in agreement.

Ben and Erik noticed the bottom of the lake coming into view as they got closer to shore, letting them know they only a little ways to go. The water also felt a little warmer, but maybe they were just warm from the swim. Ben’s yellow swimsuit was right in Erik’s line of sight, but he was far enough away to leave out the details. Dylan had lost a bit of ground to them, now about 400 feet back, slowly plowing his way through the swim. As swimmers went, their forms were far from perfect, but what they lacked in ability they all made up for in endurance, especially Ben and Erik.

Ben made the first move. He started to push the pace. By the time Erik realized it, his yellow swimsuit had moved ahead. In the open water, with little to give perspective, a change in pace can be hard to detect. Ben had taken full advantage of the opportunity to move ahead undetected.

“Asshole,” Erik thought to himself once he realized he had been gunned. He picked up his own pace. Brad laughed as both of their swimming forms went all to hell in their quest for speed. They were, however, moving faster, albeit wasting lots of energy. Erik pushed as hard as he could. He had the opposite advantage to Ben’s, he could close the gap also somewhat undetected.

“Go guys,” Brad yelled as he watched. The excitement of the race had him all fired up. Rex was, as well, as he barked loudly at the enthusiasm of his master. Truth was, he was more than just excited, and he was also getting all erotically aroused, his hand rubbing his own bulge as he watched the race. Brad would soon need a jump in the cold water, himself. It wasn’t just the red chili peppers that were hot in his swimsuit anymore.

Erik was right along-side Ben as they rapidly ran out of depth to keep going. Despite Erik’s almost come from behind victory, Ben actually popped up first, leaping from the water in a jump of excitement. Erik stood with less of an exclamation point end. As much as they pushed each other, the defeat lasted seconds as Erik grabbed Ben and the two embraced in a huge hug, after giving each other high fives. Dylan was still working his way in.

“That was awesome,” Ben said as Erik held him. His yellow suit clung to his anatomy, which was nothing more than a small bump, the effects of the cold water. Erik was no better off, his bulge was almost as flat as flat as a girl’s bikini, his testicles nestled well up into his body, his anatomy the size of maybe a grape. His uncut skin was surely shriveled up and clumped at the top of his tiny sex organ. Erik slid his hand down to Ben’s groin, feeling his shrunk anatomy. “You need to be warmed up,” he added as they held each other close.

“So do you,” Ben answered, feeling what little bulge was left against his leg as they embraced. As Dylan swam the last hundred or so feet, the two specimens of young men warmed each other and absorbed their accomplishment. The feeling of warmth returning to their critical parts felt amazingly good…

Re: the big swim
 

Another great chapter STS. You created such a vivid image of the lake and the water temperature and it's effect on the guys. Living in Maine, I know exactly what you mean - I've had the same experience with the shrinkage from the cold water and the shock when first getting in.

Your writing is so good and the story line is so well laid laid out that I eagerly await the next installment. I want to know what the four guys will be doing with their day in the sun at the less frequented section of the lake. Brad has got to be in 7th heaven having found these three studs, Dylan, Erik and Ben.

Dooley67

TheSpeedoForum
 

Saw your brief (pun intended) post on the speedoforum (I'm not a member of it). Good way of handling the plagiarism, short and to the point - well done.

Dooley67

Yes, but confused....
 

STS says he is not a member of SpeedoForum but the record there says he joined in December 2012 which coincidentally is the same time as the member deadendwaterfall (and a member called SolarGuy seems to exist as well)

Solarguy exists in both places!! I can, and do, follow two boards!!!
I agree, good post on Speedo Forum

Oh, forgot to tell STS…as usual, loving this story. Always looking foward to the next installment!

Byron reply
 

Don't you dare try to call me a liar.

I did sign up to SF in 2012 but never activated my account. Hence my statement that I was not a member. I could not post until May 11, 2014. For such a fact digger you should have noted that I made one post... the one in reply to deadwaterfall's stealing of my story, but alas you are not as good as you think. In fact, here is the email exchange between Dave Evans and me when I tried to post a reply and discovered I needed to get my account activated:

Rye May 10 (2 days ago)
Dave, please advise how I can activate my account. User name is STS. Thanks.

Dave Evans
May 11 (1 day ago)

to me
Rye,

I’ve activated your account mate.

Enjoy the forum.


Dave

From: Rye
Sent: Saturday, May 10, 2014 7:37 AM
To: DaveEvans@SwimmerBoyz.com
Subject: Activate account


Byron you need to get over your superior attitude. You have driven so many people from this board, and you continue to treat people like crap. How dare you question my integrity, you clearly need a good lay or something, but I can't imagine anyone wanting to do that with you.

STS

facts....
 

No need to throw your toys out of the pram.
I have NOT used the word liar but I have said "confused".
I am now unconfused with the details you supply of your complicated arrangements with Dave Evans.
Thank you for your response with that clarification.

Btw personal abuse was, I understood , something you always objected to - so confusion comes to me again I'm sorry to say, having read the silly overreactive remarks in your post.

TheSpeedoForum
 

Just browsed TheSpeedoForum and saw that STS's post was removed but the plagiarized first chapter of the Erik story remains. It should have been the other way around - I guess honesty is not all that important on that forum. I hope that this experience and the fallout from it don't discourage STS from continuing the story.

Dooley67

Speedo forum
 

I just reposted and sent Evans a PM requesting he delete the stolen version. No worries...the story will go on.

Speedo Forum
 

Glad to hear that the story will continue and that you PM'd Dave Evans.

D67

storm in a teacup..
 

Yes, interesting to note also a comment by the member packedspeedo:
".......stealing isn't cool....."

Also interesting to read DE's recent words, inter alia, to me:
"......I'm sorry mate but I don't see the big deal.........on a public forum it is free game......" (I have suggested that a rule of giving credit of origin be considered if the full text of something from another author is posted - unfortunately the SpeedoForum story page has a column headed author
which might be better rephrased as original author).

The irony of all this unnecessary melodrama is of course that I was in fact trying to fight STS's corner.


To correct the other aggressive nonsense which has been posted about those "driven out" of the forum I should explain that many contributors to the earlier SpeedoFantasyBoard simply did not wish to continue when the website was reformatted by Mike nearly three years ago - a sad loss (of some) as there existed some intelligent posts to be read.
Against the accusation (for which there is no evidence) I would therefore tell STS to pay attention instead to what is said so often when new forum members introduce themselves ie I was very pleased to discover this forum where I could participate in the many interesting topics I see discussed (MY SUMMARY there I would add - before I am further accused of misrepresentation !)

First Summer
 

STS,
I have thoroughly enjoyed reading your story thus far. I can't wait for the next chapter. STS, You are a very gifted writer I hope you do publish your stories and get paid I know I would buy your books.This is my first post in quite awhile.

Plagiarism is defined by claiming that work that someone else did is your own. The fact that documents on the Internet are electronic and can readily be copied from one place to another does not change that at definition at all. The real issue is not copying the document so much as copying the document without giving the author full credit.

I have tons of stuff I have written on the Internet, professionally under my real name but also material on sex and sexuality under my pen name 'David Sebringsil". Fewer than a half dozen people know I am doing this.

Some years ago (nearly 20) I wrote a piece "Spending the night in a Cup" that became very popular around the Internet and ended up getting copied in whole or in part to many other Web sites. But, for those that did this, I do not recall a single incident in which anyone claimed it was their own original writing and not mine. Everyone who copied content either credited me directly at the end or gave me a by line under the pen name.

This has been an interesting task to keep my two writing careers under the different names copmpletely separate. But I have managed to do it even on books under either names available on amazon.com Right now I have free professional books available for e-download under my real name, but I also sell paper copies through Amazon. Those who follow my professional career would be shocked to learn of my other writings! Those who follow me on sex and sexuality topics would probably be equally shocked to learn I have this other writing career.

Not shocked.....
 

.....just pleased to read a very sensible post on the vexed issue of passing-off
(and having long ago guessed the attributable interconnections described)

Sebbie's post
 

I was browsing the speedoforum.com and saw that DE posted part 2 of STS's Erik story under his name writing, "Here is the next part of the story for you guys." It 's not technically plagiarism based on Sebbie's excellent definition, but there is still no attribution of the story to STS. I guess some people just never learn or choose to ignore what's right.

STS should take it as a compliment that others want to use his story on their boards.

I just joined this board a couple of weeks ago having been a browsing guest many times. I like the tone of the board for the most part, the discussions, the fact that the stories are more sensual than sexual, and, it has given me the opportunity to read about, talk about, and see photos of guys in speedos. Also, it's pleasing to see that other guys have some of the same attitudes about speedos/bikinis that I have.

Dooley67

Sad that the doard owner at SF does not follow his own rules and as a writer of his own stories chooses to disrespect the work of others.

I have no doubt the SF board owner would not be so nonchalant if someone reposted his work and did not bother to give him some sort of credit. Since this sceniaro hasn't happened to him he doesn't care.

I agree with both STS and shaulis. It's just unfortunate that there are people who don't value being ethical in how they handle situations like this one. And, realistically, we can only control what we ourselves do and not what others do.

Mr Evans
 

Having withstood an attack from the mighty Speedo Corporation I cannot foresee that he will pay any attention to niggling complaints from this direction and he does of course have the power to wipe off anything he does not wish to see on his forum (I consider it quite an achievement even to have had a reply to my Email)

Check out the post on thespeedoforum by pburks1 in the he stories section. Someone is trying to do the right thing.

Interesting.....
 

....but readers will have to do a lot of scrolling to find all chapters of First Summer which have appeared sporadically since December 2013.
Btw, pburkes1 only joined yesterday and has four posts - I can find a second one so far in which he reports delivery of his new 1.5 Aussie Bums.

LOL - could NJH or SolarGuy , et al , obtain info. for us visavis the pink speedos in his avatar? (or, better still, secure his transfer to present some pics here?)

Let's get back to a story...
 

I think it will be fairly easy for readers to find... my sporadic pattern of posts has been weekly with only a few exceptions where I missed a week. I'd actually substitute sporadic for fairly consistent. Plus quality trumps timing and I really won't post a bad chapter.

I really am glad that Solarguy and pburks1 posted such nice comments. I am sure they will get deleted by Dave, but just when I was feeling like ending the whole story thing it was nice to read those comments, as well as all the nice remarks above.... Thanks guys.

Myself included, we have derailed this whole story post. All for good reasons, but I am sure ready to get back to what this string was intended... a story. If Dave wants to steal my posts because he is a slimy jerk who can't write well, so be it. He will rot in hell one day... and he will bring down the value of that neighborhood. Even amongst Speedo guys there are a few bad apples.

Time to bake a new chapter..... Go ahead Dave and steal it... it will be the only good writing you post.

You just keep writing!! Never mind all the other bullshit!!! :)

Mr Evans's fate
 

I think one burns in Hell and not rots.
Btw I took a moment to look up vitriol which seemed appropriate:
http://dictionary.cambridge.org/dict...ritish/vitriol

Re: Back to a story
 

You're right STS, let's get back to a story. As the new kid on the block, I take some responsibility for getting this off track when I spotted the story on thespeedoforum. I think it was important to deal with, but I agree, enough, let's get back to the story.

Re:Back to the story
 

STS - Aroostook County - now it all comes together in my mind for the destination for the week at the lake for Jack and MaryBeth and the guys. The flight with a pit stop in Bangor, flying over Bar Harbor, UM, Ashland, Patten, landing near Presque Isle - all places familiar to me. That and your great writing make the story so real for me. Can't wait for the next chapter.

D67