25: The hug
 

With Dylan close enough in, Brad turned the boat to the left and worked his way close enough in to anchor the vessel in shallow water. He rotated the bow out toward the deeper water and tossed the anchor over the front rail, exactly correct to Coast Guard procedure. Once he was sure the anchor was caught on the soft lakebed, he let the boat drift back until the line had no slack to make sure the boat was firmly held. Rex watched patiently, as Brad went through the process of anchoring the boat. Rex knew it was his turn to get wet. All set, Brad retied his swimsuit, adjusted himself inside it, and looked out and admired the cute guys he was about to go play with.

Ben and Erik cheered Dylan the last hundred feet or so, standing in water that got just about to their crotches. Dylan’s stroke had gone totally to hell, the effect of being tired after the long swim. He swam until his hands hit bottom on his arm strokes, at which point he stopped. He had actually gone past the guys, and rose to find himself in only about two feet of water. The bottom was a collection of silt and small gravel, a little coarse on the feet. As he stood he tugged the material of his swimsuit away from his anatomy, but it did not really matter. Like his brother and Ben, he was about as big as a small acorn, the shrinkage effect of the water washed away any sign of a manly bulge. No one really cared… it was time to celebrate his achievement.

“Awesome swim, bro,” Erik said as he grabbed his brother in a full body hug. “You did great,” he added. The two brothers held each other and bounced in a manly hug for several minutes. It was a true expression of the deep bond they had. Their relationship was more than just two brothers, it was beyond that. They were deeply close, and shared their most confidential of secrets. Nothing ever was held back for long between them. And they never judged each other. It was total support, expressed now in a deep hug most would have called weird for two male siblings. They just didn’t understand how much Dylan and Erik were soul mates.

“Thanks so much, Little Bro,” Dylan had said back in the hug. But that was not what caused them to stay held so long. It was what was said next. “I’m glad you found Ben, and I am totally okay with who you are,” Dylan had whispered. The hug was held long because Dylan felt Erik’s release of emotion. Dylan would always be his brother’s shoulder, even when it meant holding him in cries of happiness and relief. Erik hugged his brother tight and thanked him deeply for his support. He needed to know it was okay, his brother’s relationship was that important. Who knew it would be sealed in waist deep water after a long swim. Ben smiled as the two guys embraced.

“You can be the straight guy, and I’ll be the color commentator,” Erik said between them in humor as they released each other. A little laughter was exactly what they needed.

“Actually, I need to find where I left my balls,” Dylan said, louder so all could hear. All three guys laughed.

Rex gracefully jumped into the water from the boat, his front paws out forward, his back feet slightly tucked. No one knew if there was a correct form for dog dives, but Rex sure looked like there was. Rex loved the water, probably because he grew from a puppy on the lake. Brad tossed a floating ball, which Rex dutifully swam after.

“Damn, he is pretty fast,” Ben said, as he rubbed his anatomy to get warmth back between his legs. The sheerness of his yellow suit had faded back to opaque.

“Yes, he is,” Erik replied. He reached out to Rex as he swam over with the ball. Rex was a free opportunity player. He swam to the nearest human willing to play. Erik tossed the ball out into the water, watching as Rex swam after it again.

“You guys were amazing,” Brad yelled as he walked over to them. Unlike the rest, his suit was the only one that still sported a man-size package, although Ben’s self-administered hand job was bringing his back to life. The orange and yellow southwestern print really stood out in the water, and looked more intense when wet. In fact, he looked amazingly good. Even Dylan was lured into admiring looks at Brad, especially his physique enveloped in that sweet and sexy swimsuit. Dylan felt a stir in his groin, one he normally only felt when he saw a cute girl. “Later, you get to swim back,” Brad added as he got close.

“Um, No,” Dylan replied. “That’s your turn…” he faded off in a teasing smirk.

The sun was high in the sky now, and the small beach was empty, as was this whole end of the lake. They had at least two hours to soak in rays and have fun before they needed to head back to Jack and MaryBeth’s. Brad went back to the boat and grabbed two giant blankets and some towels. He kept a supply in the boat for just a day like this. The four swimsuit clad guys spread them out on the beach, occasionally stopping to through the toy for Rex, who was still waning to play. The attention to detail was impressive, checking the sun and setting themselves to take fullest advantage. All ready, they each took a position. Luckily it was past black fly season, the lake swarmed with dragon flies (the sure sign of the end of black fly season). A pair of loons swam out in front of them in the lake, the mom carrying a baby loon on her back.

“Look at that,” Brad whispered. “They rarely get that close with child,” he added. The little loon was a small hump on the back of mom, just its tiny head really visible. “Wish I had binoculars,” Brad added. “Must have a nest nearby.” Brad loved Loons, in fact if you live in Northern Maine, it is genetic in you to admire the fascinating creatures. The four guys stood, watching the loon couple swim in the water, occasionally diving for fish. Even Rex stood still. It would have been a perfect picture of the softer side of males, four athletic guys, all nearly naked in tiny swim briefs quietly watching nature.

Ben and Erik took up positions on the yellow blanket, Ben on a Boston Red Sox towel, Erik on a blue beach towel with fish images on it. They laid close to each other. Their bodies, now warmed to normal, were showing the rise of an intrigued male sexual response going on between them, not erect, but certainly not soft, either. Dylan and Brad took he blue blanked, but they laid arm’s length apart. Brad had folded the sides of his suit to expose more of his leg, making himself look as if he was wearing a true bikini. Dylan laid back next to him. Dylan’s body was stirring with interest, a feeling that confused him. Rex found a spot under a nearby tree, his tow safely between his front paws.

“This is peaceful,” Ben said to anyone listening. “We are all alone here.”

“Yeah, it is awesome,” Erik replied. “We could lay out naked,” he added, he gave Ben a teasing rub as he said it.

“We sure could,” Brad answered, “Want to?”

“Heck, we are already almost naked,” Dylan added.

The whole naked idea faded without action, despite real interest in at least two of the four. Ben and Erik were quick to take each other’s hands as they lad quietly. Neither was really interested in a deep romantic event, rather they just wanted to enjoy the peacefulness of each other in this moment in the sun. Ben admired Erik’s sweetness and eyes his handsome body. Just thirty minutes ago, their manhood had hidden deep inside their bodies, but not it was on full display, blooming lie a flower emerging from a cold night to a warm day. Erik rolled over and gave Ben a soft kiss. They smiled at each other. Their eyes locking.

Dylan felt himself grow inside the tiny suit and watched as his suit rose up like a giant mound, holding his anatomy tightly inside. He had gotten erections at the wrong time with cute girls before, hidden inside his shorts, jeans or swimsuits, but never with a guy. Well, he didn’t really count last night. Brad could not help but notice that Dylan’s suit seemed to be swelling rapidly. Brad was not far behind and seeing Dylan getting erect was lighting the fire inside Brad. He slid his hand over and took Dylan’s. Dylan did not pull away. Brad rubbed up Dylan’s forearm and patted his pecs. Dylan smiled at Brad, almost as if he was inviting more. For the moment, they stopped with that, and, of course, their now dual erect anatomy. “”Just exploring,” Dylan thought to himself. “It’s okay, I am just exploring.”

Re: The hug
 

Another wonderful chapter STS, very tender and sensitive, especially regarding Erik's and Dylan's love for each other as brothers and their total acceptance of each other. You also really captured Dylan's attraction to Brad, his ambivalence and his justification that he is "just exploring" - wonder what he is really feeling. Looking forward to the next chapter.

D67

Thanks D67. A shorter chapter. I was working on a longer version, but it was time to get back.

STS,
I agree with Dooley67 I loved how you expressed Dylans acceptance of Eriks and Bens relationship. They have such a strong bond Erik didnt have to say a word because Dylan had already known. I await the next chapter in this story.

26: The swap...
 

Ben and Erik had both dozed off, sleeping on their backs, their hands locked. Erik had his other hand resting on his bulge, almost as if he was about to give himself pleasure, but he was doing nothing more than sleeping. Ben’s other hand was lying off to the side in what looked like and awkward pose, but it did not seem to bother him. The two had been out for at least 45 minutes, enough time for Brad and Dylan to move beyond just a hand hold. A dragon fly landing on his face woke Erik, as he freed his hand from the front of his packed swimsuit to swoosh the harmless insect eater away. Ben jostled as Erik sat up and oriented himself. He could feel the effect the sun had on his fair skin, a slight sting of the early stages of a burn.

“What’s going on?” a groggy Ben asked as he drifted awake.

“Stay sleeping, just felt a bug on my face,” Erik answered, as he eyed Ben’s cute body coming to life.

“Sure it wasn’t me?” Ben teased in reply.

“No, you were out, deep,” Erik replied. “Wish it was,” he added.

Brad and Dylan were out in the lake, squatting down in the water. They were washing away the residuals of whatever they did while the other two guys were asleep. Dylan got his chance at exploration, in fact a second day of exploration counting whatever the two did the night before. No one would ever know what exactly they did either time, but Dylan and Brad were having fun with the play in the water afterwards. Dylan truly had sensual fun the whole time, it was an experience he would later recall as beyond amazing. While the guys teased each other in the water, from the beach Erik could not see that they both had their suits off, letting them fully rinse in the clear lake.

“Come on in,” Dylan called to Erik. “The water feels great after sitting in the sun.” Sure he was naked, but he didn’t care. It had been a wild week already.

“In a minute,” Erik replied. “Let me wake up first,” he added. Ben was also getting more alert. He slid his hand on Erik’s leg and up between his legs. He rubbed Erik in the tight spot where his legs joined, which felt amazing and stirred Erik quickly into an erect state. His swimsuit bulged as Erik grew rapidly inside it. Erik leaned over and kissed Ben, moaning as he did, his state of arousal rapidly climbing.

“Oh man, Ben… you are driving me wild,” Erik whispered. Ben fondled Erik, feeling his smooth, erect manhood in his fingers, separated only by the lycra swimsuit.

“Hey, how come your brother is cut, but you are not?” Ben asked as he continued to tease Erik.

“I don’t know,” Erik replied. “Not exactly a question I wanted to ask Mom growing up, but Dylan and I have always wondered ourselves. It sure made me the unique guy in the locker room.”

“Well, I like you the way you are,” Ben replied. Ben was cut like Dylan, which created a clear bump line that would show in his swimsuits when he got aroused. Erik liked to tease him on that line, which he learned drove Ben totally wild. Ben’s cut line was starting to show again as they talked and teased each other, but it was Erik who was farther along. They continued to play games with each other, never quite reaching the point of release, but having fun getting close.

“Hey, let’s trade swimsuits,” Erik proposed as they wound down from their flurry of stimulating play. “I want to see what you look like in mine, and I want to try the yellow.”

“Cool idea,” Ben agreed as he started to untie his strings. He was quick to slip out of the suit, exposing what little of him had been covered in clothing. He was handsome and cute at the same time, in his somewhat aroused state.

“Glad you could get untied,” Erik laughed, referring to the whole string episode of last night. Erik slid off his suit, revealing his smooth and uncut anatomy, the foreskin hiding the top end of his manhood. Unlike Ben, Erik trimmed his hair down in that region to a smooth short crop. He rationalized that he hated how it all got tangled. Truth was he just liked the look. Ben liked the way Erik looked all tidy and clean, as well.

“Wow, you look awesome in yellow,” Ben complimented Erik on the way the suit looked on him. It was a slightly smaller cut than the blue and white one, and the strings were on the inside. Erik rubbed all over, feeling the way the material wrapped around him, enjoying the sensation of the tight and narrow suit. Ben stood and watched, naked. He was becoming more erect as he watched. Brad and Dylan even took notice to the shenanigans Ben and Erik were up to. It looked like erotic fun.
“Looks like someone wants some attention,” Brad said to Dylan as they watched, referring to Ben’s almost fully aroused state. “He’s gonna have a tough time getting that inside the swimsuit.” The two guys chucked quietly. Ben slipped the suit up his legs and pulled it up to his waist. He struggled to push his nearly solid anatomy into the suit, but managed to get everything covered. He tied the strings and modeled the look for Erik, his erect state running diagonally to his right, looking like he had a banana packed inside the cute blue and white striped lycra outfit. Erik smiled at how cute and desirous he looked. Ben rubbed himself across the outside of the suit, still trying to adjust the fit and look. He almost made himself explode, he was that close.

“Dude, you look fantastic in that swimsuit,” Erik offered. “Even with a boner,” he smiled. “We can take care of that later,” Erik added.

“Oh man, we need to,” Ben replied. “You are driving me wild, how handsome and hot you look,” Ben added. Erik smiled. He felt the tingle of arousal pulse through his groin, dancing on the tip of his manhood. He almost wanted to tackle and lust on Ben right there.

Brad and Dylan were still naked in the water, holding their swimsuits in their hands. All rinsed and clean, they decided to follow the same idea and swapped swimsuits. Dylan traded for the bright yellow, orange and red mix Speedo and Brad took Dylan’s black and print suit. In the water, they each slipped into the suits, the cold water making it far easier to get their equipment to fit in the tight and tiny swimsuits. They tied up the strings and modeled the suits for each other, a big smile across both faces. They admired each other for several minutes, making their way to shallow water where the whole suit and most of their bodies would be clearly visible.

“That was fun,” Brad said as they walked back to the beach.

“Yeah, pretty cool,” Dylan replied, referring to both the suit swap and whatever they had done earlier. Dylan felt teased by the titillating sensations going on around him and deep within him. Far too much fun had happened between Brad and him, his experimentation was pushing him into new and deeper areas of exploration. In his quest to understand his brother, he was learning quite a bit about himself.

Dylan and Brad wandered out of the lake towards Ben and Erik. Dylan was modeling the sweet Speedo suit well, and he had it fully filled out. He was the specimen of an aroused male. Brad was soaking the sight of him all in, enjoying the view of his protruding bulge in a tightly gripping swimsuit. The four guys met on the beach, only sixty minutes of fun in the sun remaining. They were going to take advantage of every minute of it.

“You think Jack and MaryBeth will notice we all have on different swimsuits?” Erik asked as the four guys all laid back on their beach towels and blankets. They all laughed at the thought of MaryBeth’s perplexed expression. They enjoyed their last hour on the private, secluded beach. The sky remained clear, a slight breeze out of the west caused gentle waves on the lake. The lapping of the waves on the sand made for a peaceful backdrop of sound. The guys all closed their eyes and took in the rays, each of them in various states of sexual stimulation. Hands met hands, then hands met body parts. It was going to be a very interesting and erotic final hour…..

The swap
 

Another wonderful and very hot chapter. You do such a good job of capturing the playfulness of Dylan and Brad while Dylan is experiencing some serious awakening of feelings he didn't know that he had and maybe has come to recognize as a part of him. Without being specific about what Brad and Dylan did, the sensuality of their play in the water certainly comes through and was very arousing as I read it. As for Ben and Erik, you keep showing us in each chapter how they are becoming closer in their relationship and in their openness about their powerful attraction to each other. It makes me look forward to each new chapter.

D67

The Swap
 

STS,
Thanks for this great reading chapter. I love your description of Dylan and Brad experimentations without going into detail allowing us your readers to fill in the blanks ourselves. You continue to flesh out Erik and Bens' relationship with each chapter. I await the next chapter of your story.

Wonderful Story
 

STS, Your writing is very intelligent and keeps the reader wanting more. Please continue

This story is just great - a perfect mix of teasing, tempting, and eroticism. Please continue!

27: The Kitchen
 

They guys docked the Pontoon boat at Jack and MaryBeth’s home. Rex bounded off first, called by Jack. Greeted with treats and an embrace of affection around his head, Rex was all excited and danced around the group. MaryBeth was inside watching the commotion as she quickly prepared the serving tray of sandwiches she had made for the “boys,” as she called them. “That’s funny,” she thought to herself as she watched the guys standing with Jack. “I could have sworn that Brad had on the orange swimsuit earlier.” Just as predicted, MaryBeth had a perplexed look on her face, but no one got to see it.

“Jack, dear,” MaryBeth yelled out the window. “I could use some help.” Jack dutifully responded, and Erik followed. The rest of the guys gathered stuff off the boat and generally tidies it up a bit.

“What can we do?” Jack asked as the two entered the house. Jack was wearing the most amazing powder blue and white print swimsuit. It was a bit more revealing than the more traditional racer style suits he wore. MaryBeth had picked it out on her own, knowing he would look amazingly sexy in it. He did not wear it often, its narrow sides made him feel a bit uncomfortable, but she urged him after the guys left this morning. Not only was it narrow, but it also seemed like it really outlined his package with exceptional detail. It clearly answered the circumcised question. MaryBeth loved Jack in the suit, it made her all tingly inside watching him.

“Grab the glasses and tea,” she answered. “Erik can you grab the tray of cookies, I made your favorite chocolate chip turtle cookies.”

“Oh cool, thank you so much,” Erik replied. He was beaming with anticipation. Her turtle cookies were absolutely scrumptious. “Maybe I’ll hide these,” he teased.

“Don’t worry, sweet, I hid a few for you,” MaryBeth reassured him. She eyed Erik in the tiny yellow swimsuit. She thought he was the most sweet and handsome young man of the bunch, and secretly she thought he was the most attractive in the more manly sections. He could fill out a swimsuit nicely. She did not have impure thoughts, but a lady looks at things. She liked to admire the male body, especially nice looking ones like Jack, Erik and the three other guys. “Erik, didn’t you earlier have on the swimsuit Ben is wearing?” MaryBeth asked.

Erik blushed a deep red. “Yeah,” he sheepishly replied. “We kind of traded,” he added softly, almost embarrassed about it.

MaryBeth laughed. “That is so cute,” she replied.

“Damn, I never even noticed,” Jack chimed in.

“Of course you didn’t, dear,” she teased. “I could paint the house purple and he’d never even pick up on it.” She added, directed at Erik.

“I hope you guys are hungry,” Jack said as he put the tea down on the large deck table overlooking the lake. MaryBeth followed with the array of sandwiches, far more than they could eat.

“But no one gets cookies except for me,” Erik added as he put the tray down.

“I love how you guys traded swimsuits,” MaryBeth offered to the group. “I thought only girls did stuff like that…” she trailed off.

“Yeah, we were all jealous of each other’s,” Brad replied.

“Especially Brad’s sweet Speedo,” Ben weighed into the conversation. Brad blushed.

“Well, you all look cute,” MaryBeth replied as they all started eating lunch. A silence passed over the table as the guys devoured most of the sandwiches and chips. Erik, immediately following, ate three cookies and took two more and put them aside. He was forthright in his hording, which made MaryBeth feel special as the baker.

“Now I feel fat,” Erik said after the third cookie.

“Yeah, dude, your swimsuit looks a little tight,” Ben replied, which made the whole table laugh.

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Erik told MaryBeth to sit, while he and Ben cleaned everything up. She appreciated that, and even commented on the pleasure of watching two swimsuit wearing handsome young men doing chores. The two gathered all the trays and left over food. Erik returned to wash down the table, before heading in to help Ben in the kitchen. The other three guys mapped out a flight plan for the afternoon air plane ride. Jack was always very diligent to file a flight plan with someone, just in case. Rarely did he ever deviate from whatever plan he filed.

Erik brought in the last of the items from the table, Ben already well into cleaning up the dishes. Ben looked stunning standing at the sink doing dishes, his tightly packaged swimsuit almost resting against the counter. Erik came up behind him, set down the remaining items and embraced him from the back side, Erik’s bulge pressed against Ben’s bubble butt. Erik, reached across Ben’s chest and played with him pecs, and tickled his nipples. Ben almost exploded right there. In fact, both of them almost did.

“Let me quickly finish these,” Ben asked as Erik continued to tease him.

“If you must,” Erik replied, separating from his friend. “I’ll do the drying and put them away, he added. Erik stepped to Ben’s right, grabbing a towel. Ben eyed Erik’s anatomy as he did, the clear outline of his erect organ visible in the tiny yellow suit.

They remained alone in the kitchen, finishing up the chores, teasing each other a bit with playful touches and quick hugs. Out the window, they could see MaryBeth had taken position on a lounger on the dock, while to guys were still huddled with a map around the table. Erik and Ben quickly wrapped up the work and seized the quiet solitude for a chance to really embrace and have a romantic moment. They had all kinds of pent up desire from the beach. They entangled themselves into each other in a deep, romantic hug and sensual touches. Erik felt Ben’s anatomy becoming more and more rigid as it rubbed against Erik’s legs and groin. Erik’s was doing the same.

“Oh man, this feels wonderful,” Ben whispered as Erik and he went into a more arousing deeper interlude. Both of them letting caution go to the wind, they had quickly brought themselves close to the point of no return, and they showed no sign of letting up. Ben, in particular, was totally into the surges and sensations pulsating through his body, the tight swimsuit giving him extra arousal as he grew more and more firm inside it. It was beyond tantalizing, and extremely erotic. As Ben let Erik rub against him, he could feel Ben moving well beyond just a romantic moment, Ben’s breathing was lustful and he was quietly moaning in sexual pleasure.

“Slow down, cowboy,” Erik urged Ben as he tried to back off the embrace, but Ben held close.

“I know, he said, but…” Ben trailed off. Ben had crossed well beyond the point where he had any ability to maintain control, his swimsuit was bulging with his fully engorged anatomy. Ben felt his balls start to thrust as his body began the final stages of stimulation. As much as may have wanted he could not help stop what was about to happen. Erik felt the pulsations in Ben, too, as he held him.

“Dude…” Erik said as he held Ben. Ben was shaking in his arms, struggling to not let himself erupt. He stepped back from Erik, grabbing at his bulging suit. “Please….” Ben pleaded with himself.

“Oh fu-k,” Ben said as his body took total control. “Oh man…” he added. It was a powerful display of the body hitting the peak of stimulation as Ben’s pelvis thrust with each surge. Ben and Erik’s attention had been diverted from the window and they did not see MaryBeth get up from the lounger. As Ben started to calm, they were both started by the sliding glass door opening.

“How you guys doing in here?” MaryBeth asked. Erik stood in full view, his protruding bulge displaying clearly his aroused state. Ben’s suit was both bulging and clearly saturated. Ben quickly slid behind the counter, hiding the lower half of his body as close to the counter as he could. Erik quickly turned and grabbed a towel, holding at lower in front of him.

“Just finishing up,” Erik replied. “Ben just wiped the counter and I was finishing up putting stuff away.”

“I need to go wash up,” Ben added, as he quickly turned away and headed toward the bathroom. “ I spilled some ice team all over the front of me,” he added, just in case she had seen his soaked swimsuit. Erik chuckled at the little lie.

“You sure it was tea?” Erik added.

“That might stain your suit,” MaryBeth warned. “Let me get you some laundry soap. You should take that suit off and wash it out real good.” Erik about burst into laughter. She made Ben wait for her to get a small cup of blue liquid. Erik fidgeted in the wet suit, now fully exposed and unable to hide behind the counter.

Luckily, Erik’s body quickly went back to normal. MaryBeth complimented him on being so polite and washing up the dishes. They could hear Ben running water in the bathroom. She did not say a word about what she might have seen, but she knew that more than just dishes had gone on between the two handsome young men.

“Oh, let me show you where your secret stash of cookies is…” MaryBeth said just before heading back out. She revealed a small cookie jar in one of the cupboards, hidden inside were six more cookies. “Now these are just for you, unless you want to share them…” she smiled and gave Erik a small pat on his shoulder and rubbed his back.

“You are too nice,” Erik replied.

STS,
Wow what a chapter. MaryBeth saw much more of what occured between Erik and Ben than she will admit to them. Erik and Ben let their urges take over almost getting caught. Their cover story seems to have worked this time. Thank you for this chapter in your great story. I cant wait for the next chapter

Another great hot chapter STS. I don't know how you turn these stories out so quickly, so beautifully written and with such ability to focus on a different character or set of characters each time. You really developed Mary Beth in this chapter as a woman who likes what she sees and says it. I like that you had Jack's suit looking more like the boys' suits and that Mary Beth picked it out for him - she knows what she wants and goes after it.

D67

28: Cold Front
 

Brad had watched Jack land and take off on the lake a million times, but he had never been in a small plane before, except for the commuter flights out of Presque Isle. Certainly nothing this small and never on the water. The four guys had pulled T-shirts on over their swimsuits, while Jack put on a pair of Op brand shorts over his light blue brief. Since he was the novice, Brad got to go up front, Dylan right behind him. Erik was next to Dylan and Ben took the smaller seat in the far back. The takeoff had been calm and gentle, the lake like glass. The Cessna lifted off with barely a jostle and climbed quickly over the western hills. The sky was bright blue with a full sun.

“Perfect climb out,” Jack said. Brad enjoyed the view from the air, especially since he knew exactly where they were. “A cold front is expected to roll in in later, with gusty winds,” Jack warned.

“Is that bad?” Brad asked.

“Depends,” Jack replied. “We’ll just keep an eye on it and make sure we get down before it gets here. Plenty of time.” Far off in the western sky they could just barely make out the band of clouds of the approaching front. It was moving slow and at least 50 miles away.

The guys circled the lake. Jack flew above the house and tilted the wings, a signal to MaryBeth that all was well. They turned south over Maine Route 11 and crossed over Hedgehog Mountain, which was really just a huge hill. They crested the mountain and flew along another lake, making their way down the Fish River band of lakes dotted the eastern edge of the great North Maine Woods. In the wilderness of Fish Lake, they saw a pair of moose. Jack circled and dropped low so they could take in the Moose. Little known fact of Maine is that it is second only to Alaska in moose population in the states.

Jack climbed back to 1500 feet and turned southeast. They picked back up Route 11 again. Once they were over Ashland, they cut across to the east and followed the Aroostook River toward Presque Isle.

“Dudes, that’s Haystack, we should go climb that,” Brad pointed out excitedly. A small mountain rose out of the ridge just before Mapleton. More of rocky pile of debris from the ice age, Haystack is a well-known local point of interest for local hikers. “I’ve climbed it and laid out in the sun on top,” Brad added. It is so peaceful and what a view.”

“Let’s circle it,” Jack offered as he guided the plane in a loop around it. “Brad you take the controls,” Jack offered. As Jack gave direction, Brad flew the plane around the tiny peak. They then continued east, crossing the vast potato farms that sustained the local economy.

Above Caribou, Jack stayed a wide distance from Loring Air Force Base, a restricted fly zone. He climbed to 200 feet as they made their way toward the US and Canada border. The guys were mesmerized by the huge cargo transports making landings at the base. By the time the guys made their loop, including watching air cargo planes land at Loring Air Force Base, the winds were just starting to pick up out of the west. The temp had dropped 5 degrees, marking the entry of colder air. The plane was hitting some chop, making the ride a little more eventful with mild turbulence. Jack seemed unfazed. Ben held his crotch, a posture he took whenever he started to get nervous or excited.

“Getting bumpy,” Ben announced to anyone who was listening.

“Dude, just keep rubbing your balls, we’re fine,” teased Erik, referring to Ben’s nervous habit. “Just don’t get carried away.”

“You wait…” Ben replied.

“I am going to start to head back,” Jack announced. “The front is getting close and we need to get down before the lake gets too wild.” They had crossed over Fort Kent and headed across the village of Alligash, the start of the famous Alligash waterway. Canoe groups dotted the waterway as they flew south, over the northern tip of the undeveloped land mass that is northwestern Maine. An hour and fifteen minutes after they took off, they crossed back over their home lake, Jack descending to 1000 feet as he flew east past the lake and looped around. The plane bounced through the near 360 degree turn. The once blue sky was now pale grey, with the clouds of the cold front rumbling in.

“Water is getting rough,” Jack warned. For the first time, the guys felt a bit of nervousness in Jack’s voice.

“Are we okay,” Dylan asked, having picked up Jack’s tension.

“Yeah, fine,” Jack replied. “It will just be eventful, but we are cutting it close with the wind.” None of that calmed the guys. Even ever confident Dylan gave his brother a frightened glance. The wind was gusty, the plane bouncing as Jack worked to hold his landing point in line. Dylan felt weird sitting in a bouncing plane in a swimsuit. The wings wobbled side to side as the plane descended to 500 feet. The lower they got, the bumpier the flight became, the effect of the wind squeezing between hills. Jack held altitude as the plane crossed the eastern shore, over the secluded beach.
“Hey that’s where we were earlier,” Dylan announced. Erik looked out, but Brad and Ben were too focused on the bouncing plane to care.

“That’s an awesome little beach,” Erik said back to Dylan.

Ben grabbed Erik’s shoulder. He held tight. Ben was terrified, and Erik could feel him shaking. “Everything is fine,” Erik tried to reassure Ben.

“Everything is good, guys,” Jack said, hearing Ben’s concern. None of the usual banter was going on. About a mile down the lake, the plane bouncing, Jack lowered the power, further adjusted the flaps and guided the plane downward. The waves were rough on the water and the plane was being battered by the gusts. “Almost there….” Jack announced. Brad was frozen in place. None of the guys were thinking about swimsuits. From the windows, it looked as if they were just skimming the water. About 100 feet off the water, the plane was tossed by a huge gust, even Jack was surprised.

“Damn,” Jack exclaimed. The gust had pushed him well off line. Jack made the immediate critical decision and quickly throttled up, pulled the flaps back in. “We are going to abort,” Jack announced. The plane skimmed 75 feet over the lake and quickly started climbing. The engine roared. The plane was rocking hard on the climb out.

“I think I almost pee’d myself,” Ben whispered to Erik.

“Pee, I almost did worse,” Erik replied.

“What do we do now,” Brad asked.

“Well, we’ll try again, but if we can’t get down here, we abort to PQI,” Jack replied. “The landing will be fine, I can handle the wind, but we have to hit that water nose high in those waves,” Jack explained.

The four guys looked at each other. Not landing back at the lake never occurred to them. They all were thinking the same thing, “all we have on is swimsuits, little swimsuits.” Dylan started to blush, realizing that he might be exposed in just the tiny yellow and orange Speedo. “Damn, I wish I had shorts,” Dylan said to anyone.

“But you look so cute,” Erik replied, teasing.

“Now, being in my swimsuit feels weird,” Brad added. He glanced down at his bulging crotch.

“You’ll be fine guys,” Jack said. “We just wait in the plane for it to calm or MaryBeth to come get us.”

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After a long loop, Jack had the plane repositioned westward into the even stronger winds. “I’m going to land further up, the water is calmer the more west we get,” Jack announced. Just as a precaution, Jack asked each of them to take out their life jackets and put them on. This freaked all of the guys out. Jack was not really worried anything was going to happen but safety was first. “If we go in the water, best to go out the window, you will never get the doors open,” Jack explained. “Don’t swim against the pull of your jacket, it will take you up.”

Despite the fear, Erik chimed in. “Guess it is good we got swimsuits on.” The chuckles broke the tension.

The plane crossed over the secluded beach, but Jack stayed higher, near 1000 feet. He then began a slow descent, the plane getting well tossed. The waves were white capped below, pushed by the 20 mph wind gusts. Four miles westward over the water Jack began the final drop. A huge gust threw the plane off course to the south, Jack quickly corrected. They flew past the house at about 500 feet, Jack too busy to notice.

“It’s gonna be rough, hang on,” Jack said. The plane skirted over the top of the lake. Jack pushed the throttle at the last minute to help pierce the turbulence, pulling the nose way up, so high he could not see the water, landing totally be feel. The back of the pontoons hit the water first, perfectly as planned, grabbing the plane fast. Jack pulled a bit harder on the yoke then gently let the nose down, making sure that the front of the pontoons did not get pulled under by the swells. The plane slowed quickly, bobbing in the water as it came to a rest. It rose and dropped with each swell, almost like the toss of teeter totter in a playground.

Ben had almost rubbed a hole through his suit, but his grabbing of his anatomy was anything but sexual. Dylan and Erik first looked at each other and then hugged.

“Welcome home,” Jack announced. Brad gave him a high five.

“Seriously, now, were we close to crashing?” Brad asked.

“Not even. If I thought there was any real risk, I would have diverted.” Jack replied.

“But the life vests…” Dylan asked.

“You never know, so I wanted to make sure that if anything did happen, we had everything we needed to get out safe.” Jack replied. The plane made its way slowly to the dock. Jack stopped short. “You guys mind jumping in and pulling me to the dock? In these waves, I’d rather approach with no power.”

“See, I knew we’d need our swimsuits,” Erik replied. The four guys jumped out into the waist deep water. The wind was blowing strong. They were glad to be back on the ground. They tied up the plane, and leapt from the dock. MaryBeth and Rex greeted them on the dock.

“Nice ride?” MaryBeth asked. She eyed the tight wet swimsuits on the four handsome young men.

“Wicked cool,” Brad replied in a manly voice. No hint of the fear they all had a few minutes ago.

OK, that plane ride even had ME getting some sweaty palms. Romance, tension, excitement, bulging Speedos - perfect elements for a perfect story!

What a chapter!!!! So much suspense - I was on the edge of my seat. You've really outdone yourself STS. I especially liked how the guys expressed their fears all the while showing complete trust in Jack. Creating that subtext is really amazing.

This chapter reminded me of something that happened 45 years ago when I was a graduate student at U Maine. Every Monday night 5 of us flew from Old Town, Maine to Loring Air Force Base (mentioned in this chapter) to teach in the continuing education division. One Monday night on our return flight we were flying in dense fog in the 6 seater single engine Piper Aztec. We couldn't land in Old Town because such a small airport had no runway lights so we diverted to Bangor Intl Airport. The pilot was flying on instruments but needed the final visual to land. When he said, "the first one to see the runway lights, let me know", we all thought it was the end and just about lost it. We did land safely, but I vowed, never again and I have never flown on a plane like that again.

D67

A post script: At first we thought the pilot was kidding when he asked us to look for the runway lights, but, in fact, he was not kidding at all and that just heightened our fears.

cold front
 

STS,
What a chapter !!! It was full of excitement, suspense, fear all wrapped in a Speedo. I love how you expressed all of the guys fears but never freaking out on Jack the pilot. Jack must have nerves of steel to land on choppy water. I cant wait for the next chapter .

Very magical
 

STS,

It's amazing the magical stories you tell. Please keep up the great work.

29: The cove
 

The fast moving front evaporated into a nice late afternoon. MaryBeth was preparing for the big cookout in honor of the final night at the lake. She invited Brad to stay, which he agreed. She assured him that he was fine wearing just his swimsuit, the only clothing he had. Jack assured him he could borrow shorts or sweatpants if it got cool. The folks down the lake were coming, which meant that the guys would get to meet the two young swimmers from the dock, Zach and Ryan. “A simple Maine cookout,” MaryBeth explained. “Burgers, dogs, cole slaw, fries made with Maine potatoes (the only kind to make), and cookies…lots of cookies.”

“Sound awesome,” Erik answered. Ben and already helped mow the lawn and get the chairs out for everyone. Dylan and Brad swept the deck and washed some of the chairs that had rain spots on them. The place was sparkling.

“Go have fun, guys. It’s your last day… swim or something,” MaryBeth encouraged them. She was happy as long as the five guys all stayed in their cute swimsuits. The view was perfect in her opinion.

“I need a good run,” Erik suggested to Ben. Erik grabbed his running shoes, a pair of Nike Daybreak running shoes and slipped them on. He looked a little strange standing there in his brief swimsuit with running shoes on.

“I think you need something else, too,” Ben replied.

“What do I need,” Erik replied before he stopped and blushed, realizing what Ben meant. “Don’t we all want that?” he finally replied with a chuckle. “Get your shoes on, let’s go put in six miles.”

“Aren’t you going to put shorts on?” Ben asked.

“No, why?” Erik replied. “I like running in swimsuits, feels free.” With that, Ben smiled and slipped on his own shoes, the same Nike Daybreak style that Erik had. He skipped the shorts, also. The two guys set off down the narrow drive at an easy pace. Ben in front, Erik a few feet behind, close enough he could grab Ben.

“Hey Erik, Ben, hold up,” Jack yelled. He came trotting down the drive, once again wearing his light blue swimsuit.

“You coming with us?” Erik asked with some excitement.

“Err, no. You guys run way faster than I could keep up,” he replied. Jack handed them a can of bug spray. “Here, guys, spray this on each other. It gets really buggy away from the water and in the woods.”

“Smells good, too,” Ben winced as Jack started spraying the stuff all over Erik’s back. The guys were quickly coated with the odor of bug repellent.

“Have fun,” Jack said as they headed out.

Back at the water, Brad and Dylan had each mounted wave runners. Brad still in the black fireworks swimsuit, Dylan still in the wild orange and yellow Speedo suit. Brad was enjoying the sensation of the vibrating machine between his legs, it felt so erotic and stimulating. Truth was, Dylan liked it, too. It was the same effect as a powerful motorcycle wedge between a guy’s legs, tight jeans, and a cute someone wrapped around the waist. Both guys had really started to fill out their swimsuits.

“Follow me,” Brad yelled to Dylan as he set off first. Dylan tucked in diagonally behind, but quickly pulled more to the left and almost off Brad’s left side, to avoid the toss of Brad’s wake. For whatever reason, Dylan admired how stunning the nearly naked, tight swimsuit clad Brad looked mounted on his colorful machine. His long legs wrapped around the saddle seat spreading forward to the foot rests, causing his tendons and muscles to look flexed and strong. Brad smiled to himself. Whatever he was feeling, it felt pretty good. With his right hand he held the handles, his left rubbed his crotch.


The sun was still high in the sky, but hanging slightly to the west. The cold front that had made the plane ride so eventful had no faded into the most amazing afternoon. A gentle wind, no humidity, and the lake was just wavy to give the guys a fun ride. They were headed east, way from the sun and with the wind. Brad had them out in the middle of the lake, the water a deep blue color, almost black. They were in the deepest part of the lake, probably 100 feet of water below them. Brad motioned for Dylan to ease up and tuck behind.

“What the f..k,” Dylan thought. Brad made a wide sweeping circle and then rotated the other way, the second loop fast and tight. His wave runner bounced and skidded on the waves. “Oh man, cool” Dylan thought as he tried to do the same. Dylan caught Brads wake on the tight loop, the wave runner bounced hard over the wake throwing Dylan up off the seat. He held the handles and screamed. He had caught full air, the machine right out of the lake, It landed at an angle and continued its powerful skid turn. “F..king awesome,” Dylan screamed to Brad, who was grinning a huge smile.

Jack cleaned up the backyard a bit, got the chairs out for the big cookout and generally kept himself busy. He so much enjoyed the guys being around that it felt quiet when they were gone. “They are having so much fun,” Jack thought to himself. He was jealous of their youth, the spontaneous friendships that could be formed over a cold beer in a bar. “Why was life so complicated as you got older,” Jack wondered. He was bare chest and barefoot, just his cute light blue swimsuit wrapping his most personal parts in. Jack never used the term bikini, but truth was he was wearing the perfect example of a conservative male bikini. That thought never crossed Jack’s mind as he rubbed his hand along his tight waistline, handsome male display, and amazingly athletic hips. Jack had other thoughts on his mind… the perfect solution to a quiet afternoon alone with MaryBeth.

The dirt road ended after about a mile, but a narrow trail continued on. Despite the shade, Ben and Erik had worked up quite a sweat, which had trickled down each of their chests and soaked the fronts of their swimsuits. Even the back of Ben’s suit was wet running down between his cheeks. Erik thought Ben looked so cute with his wet butt, flexing with each of his steps. Ben was a long stride runner, almost antelope like. Coach always yelled at him about efficiency, but truth was he won races just fine.

“Follow the trail,” Erik yelled up.

“Seriously,” Ben yelled back slowing to a trot. The string on his blue and white stripe suit bounced ever so softly atop his sweaty manhood bulge.

“What, are you chicken?” Erik said back with a huge grin.

“F you,” replied Ben as he tucked behind Erik, who was now 300 feet up the rutted logging trail.

Ben smiled as he watched the twitch of Erik’s let hip, a quirk of his running stride. In his shorts it was less noticeable, but in the tight yellow swimsuit if was clear. Erik had this weird, almost comical muscle flex in his left hip, which caused him to throw a cockeyed stride with his foot, landing just angled enough to give his footprints a distinct character. It wasn’t obvious, but if watched from behind, the distinct Erik stride was there.

“You run funny,” Ben teased him.

“Yeah, well you jack off funny,” Erik replied. The post adolescent male mind was pretty much a single track, much like the trail. The jostles started a rivalry of jabs that lasted a good two miles as the path meandered along the lake, above the lake, and at times alarmingly away from the lake. They crested a small rise and suddenly were high over a small and peaceful cove in the lake. A series of large rocks sat out in the water, perfect for sitting on. The two slowed to a near walk as the path meandered quickly down to the lake in a series of twists and turns.

“Will you stop it,” MaryBeth said coyly to Jack as she pulled a fresh batch of triple chocolate cookies from the oven. “I need to finish up these cookies.”

“I need to finish up some cookies, too,” Jack replied. He was now planted against her, arms around his cute wife’s waist. His erect manhood was pressing against her. MaryBeth knew Jack had something different than baking on his mind.

“He’s so cute when he is horny,” she thought. “He works so hard, I am so glad he is having fun,” she added to her thoughts. She let him explore her body, which made MaryBeth get a warm and tingly sensation, exactly the desire Jack wanted her to get. She rotated around, and now face to face, she and Jack embraced in a deep kiss and hug. They had plenty of time to finish up the work, best to enjoy the spontaneous interlude they were about to engage in. It brought back youthful memories.

Erik and Ben reached the rocky shore. The water was clear, the bottom of the lake rocky. The sun was now directly on them, their sweaty bodies glistening in the yellow light. Ben walked into the water, shoes and all. “Hey let’s go climb on that huge boulder,” he suggested to Erik. Ben led the way, Erik followed, also opting to leave on his running shoes. The water dropped off quickly, the big boulder about 50 feet out, but by that point they were up to their chests in water. The cold water felt great after their nearly four mile run.

“Not sure how we can get on this thing,” Ben said. “Maybe one of us can hoist the other up, then get pulled up?” The top was flat, but angled. Perfect for sitting, but the boulder was a good six or seven feet high. Erik listened and thought while he looked around at other rocks, seeking a better option. The only good ones were further out, clearly in deep water.

“We could swim out to that one,” Erik suggested and pointed to a flat top boulder about 100 feet out. “It looks like we can just swim right up to it.”

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“Worth a try,” Ben replied. Ben decided to take off his shoes for the swim, reaching up and placing them on the top of the rock they were standing at.

“Good idea,” Erik said as he bent over and pulled his shoes off, as well. Ben had already set off on the short swim to the rock, his blue and white but bouncing in the water. Erik stood and waited to see if the idea would work.

“It’s perfect,” Ben yelled back as he stood atop the rock. He swam right up to it, and then just climbed out of the water onto the top of it. “It actually gets shallow again,” Ben explained. Erik smiled at Ben’s manly takeover of the boulder his wet suit clinging to him tightly.

Erik was quick across the 100 feet of water and joined Ben on the rock. The sky was back to clear blue, whatever was left of the front was far east. The sun felt amazing after the cold water. The rock was hard to lay back on, so the two guys sat side by side, bent at the waist, their long, lean legs stretched out in front of them. Ben’s drawstrings hung down between his legs. Erik’s suit had become slightly transparent, showing faintly his anatomy all wrapped up inside. Erik felt a bit naked, tugging at the material to let up on the show. The two guys looked out at the long lake. Off in the distance they could see two wave runners enjoying the summer sun.

“What a cool view,” Erik offered as the two guys sat. Erik slid his hand over Ben’s. “Just amazing.”

“Wicked,” Ben replied in a mock Northern Maine accent reflecting Maine’s universal word for cool or horrible. Erik laughed. The two embraced, holding each other for a few minutes. “Too bad we have to run back,” Ben finally broke the hold.

Shhh…let’s just enjoy this,” Erik replied. His suit now getting its darkness back.

Erik decided to tuck himself behind Ben, wrapping his legs around Ben, so that Ben sat between, Erik pushed himself against Ben’s back. Erik’s arms wrapped over Ben’s shoulders. The two sat in that position, sharing stores about the awesome week. As the talked, Erik slowly rubbed Ben’s chest and his pecs. Both guys were feeling sensually aroused, which Ben could feel against his back. It was a peaceful romantic capture of time alone. As much as the two guys could have turned it into an opportunity for sexual action, they opted instead for a deeper path, creating a greater sensual bond between them.

“I really thought we were goners in that plane,” Ben said as he rubbed Erik’s lower legs.

“Yeah, it was pretty wild,” Erik replied. His hand stopped, holding the left side of Ben’s chest. He could feel Ben’s heartbeat in his hand. “I could not imagine not getting to spend more time with you,” Erik added.

“Wow, thanks. I feel the same,” Ben replied. The two guys embraced, as best they could being wedged together as they were. They were both aroused, but neither opted to ruin the moment. Instead they just enjoyed each other’s embrace. Their swimsuits reflecting their attraction and lust, but their hearts held their love.

Jack was changed into a pair of shorts and a bright purple polo style shirt. He and MaryBeth both showered after whatever happened between them, the tight blue swimsuit now hanging by the shower rod, drying from its thorough washing. Underneath the shorts, Jack was wearing a red print Arena swimsuit, one MaryBeth picked out. They were still being amorous with each other, and Jack could well do it all over again, his body parts stirring inside the tight swimsuit under his shorts.

“We gotta get cracking,” MaryBeth said as she rubbed Jack’s butt.

“Okay, sweet,” Jack replied, knowing there was no chance at a replay. He also hated the fact that she was making him wear shorts, but he’d find a way to get out of them.

Dylan and Brad parked the wave runners on their respective lifts. After their horseplay on the lake, they had also found a private spot on the lake. Whatever happened there was between them, but like Ben and Erik, the bond between them had grown deeper. Dylan was sorting out in his mind all that had happened the last few days. It was a perplexing process for a young guy. His orange and yellow swimsuit was well filled out, especially as he thought of what they had just done.

“Time for us to get going,” Ben said, breaking the quiet moment between the guys. They each jumped back in the water, which was exactly what they both needed to bring them back to reality. Of all the moments on the lake, the one they just had was probably the closest and deepest. They each laced up their shoes and began the four mile journey back to the house. If ever there was a perfect final day for a vacation, this one had to be epic. A private beach, boats, a near death experience in a plane, and a peaceful capture of intimacy in a secluded cove.

They reached the house 25 minutes later, their suits all sweaty again. Their shoes were still soaked from the walk in the water. They raced up the driveway at breakneck speed running right out to the dock. Throwing caution to the wind, they both leaped into the lake to cool off, shoes and all, once again. Brad and Dylan laughed at the sight of them flying off the dock. The final night was about to begin.

The Cove
 

STS,
Wow, another fantastic chapter. I loved how you got all three couples showing a deeper love for one another. Jack and MaryBeth had some alone time away from the guys. We dont know exactly what Brad and Dylan did in the middle of the lake but we can guess why they were smiling as they docked their waverunners. Ben and Erik went for a run and got some alone time of their own in the lake, on a large rock. I await the next chapter in this story. Hope I didnt ramble on and this post makes sense.

The cove
 

STS,

I agree totally with shaulis on this chapter, especially the way you show the deepening relationships between the members of the three couples. I especially liked your passing reference to Zach and Ryan who will be appearing, I hope, in the next chapter so we can see them as the young kids that are of high school,and college age in your earlier stories. I'm waiting for more but I also know how much work goes into these chapters. A huge thank you.

D67

30: The final chapter
 

The cookout turned out to be a larger group than any of the guys expected. Beyond Zach and Ryan and Ryan’s mom, several other friends from around the lake joined. But for the four guys and the two younger boys, the rest of the group was more aligned to Jack and MaryBeth in age, pleasant but older. They all knew Brad, one a lightly populated lake names and gossip travel fast. Brad was known on the lake as a very handsome and polite young man, albeit a little eccentric in his art. Cocktails and wine were flowing quickly, along with beer, which was readily accessible in big plastic tubs filled with ice. A last minute errand of Jack and Brad had secured the last 50 pounds of ice from the local general store. The rounds of introductions were made, everyone interested in what Dylan, Erik and Ben thought of their slice of Northern Maine. One rather free spirited older lady made no bones about sharing her attraction to the swimsuit clad guys. “Oh, I think I’ll take each of you home...” she said.

“She’s always a bit horny,” Jack whispered to Dylan after she practically gave Dylan her own hand job. Dylan couldn’t hold back the laughter. He’d never been propositioned by an “older lady” before.

“Isn’t there a movie about this,” Dylan replied to Jack, referring to “The Graduate.”

“Good one,” Jack replied. They clinked beer bottles. Jack liked Dylan’s sense of humor.

“So, what is with the shorts?” Dylan asked.

“The boss said I had to look grown up,” Jack replied. “You need to offer to go swimming, so I can get out of these things,” Jack added.

Zach and Ryan had just come home from a day at UMaine in Orono, a near three hour drive. They had gone down at 4 am, swam with the Maine State Advanced AAU team, a collection of the best swimmers from around Maine. They were not yet on the team, they were a year shy, but the coach of their local team wanted the AAU coach to see them. Despite the long day, the two boys, both just having finished the eighth grade, were as alert and active as they could be. Zach was definitely the more outgoing of the two, a gregarious personality that had the confidence of Mark Spitz when it came to swimming. Ryan, whom only Zach called Rye, was more reserved, self-assure but less outgoing. Rye was the quiet thinker of the two. Together they played off each other well.

“So, rumor has it you guys are quite the swimmers,” Brad said as he shook Zach and then Ryan’s hand. Zach and Ryan both had on matching team swimsuits, red and white Speedo brand suits with the catch name “Raiders” blazoned across the front. Ryan had his tied strings hanging out, Zach had his tucked in, but for the last inch of one of them.

“Oh, it’s not a rumor,” the rather cocky Zach replied. “We simply kick butt.” The two boys turned to each other and smirked. They were at precisely that cocky age, somewhere between boyhood and the flowing of manly urges and hormones. Zach was clearly overdosed in them, Ryan not quite at the same point. Every teacher’s nightmare, a raging eighth grade boy just full of himself. Brad smiled at the response.

Ryan had said little beyond hello. He was mesmerized by the handsome older guys all in swimsuits, the kind he liked. Ryan couldn’t help himself from checking each one of them out. It was only the second time Ryan had been this close to older guys in swim team style swimsuits and he was mesmerized by what he was seeing. Ryan was quickly responding on his own to what he was seeing. He especially liked Erik, the taller and more lean of the four guys. Erik had amazing legs, thought Ryan and he seemed really nice.

“Hey, can we ride the wave runners?” Zach asked any of the four older guys, breaking Ryan’s focus on the guys.

“Probably need to ask Jack or MaryBeth?” Erik replied.

Ryan ran off to ask. Jack was agreeable, as long as they had one of the older guys with them, and they could not drive. “Is it okay,” Ryan asked his mom.

“As long as you stay where I can see you guys,” she replied. “And no crazy stuff.”

“Thanks, mom,” the ever polite Ryan replied.

Erik took Ryan with him, Ben took Zach. They jumped in the water and slid the machines off the lifts. Erik made sure Ryan had his life vest on and he tested it to be sure it was snug, adjusting the straps a bit. Once he was sure Ryan was set, Erik got his on and hopped up on the wave runner. Ryan quickly jumped on behind him. He was full of youthful excitement. “You can hold onto the handles, or onto me, whichever is easier,” Erik offered. Ryan wrapped his arms around Erik’s waist. “This must be what it is like to be the big brother,” Erik thought to himself. Ben did the same with Zach, but opted for holding the handles. The engines started and the wave runners vibrated with power. Erik pressed the throttle and they zoomed out into the water. Ben and Zach followed.

“Let’s go fast,” Ryan asked, more demanded. Erik smiled and gave it more throttle, being mindful to not scare Ryan’s mom on shore. Ben followed, cutting a cross wake turn to move along side. The two young riders gave each other big smiles. Ben and Erik gave each other cute smirks. Their “little brothers” were having a blast. Whatever Ryan was feeling at the shore was washed away by the adrenalin rush of the ride.

“That was kick a..,” Zach said, trying to talk above his age. Ben and Erik laughed at the comment. He was clearly all fired up, as was his best friend. The wave runners never broke 35 MPH, but Ryan and Zach had themselves convinced they were doing “at least 80” out there. Their young exuberance became the life of the party.

The whole night was amazing. Light, lively and casual. The sun had set and darkness had solidly moved in. Zach and Ryan, had left a while ago, it was to be another early rise for swim team practice. Jack and MaryBeth took their Pontoon boat out for a ride on the lake and stopped by another couple’s house across the lake. Dylan and Brad had gone back to Brad’s house, taking Rex with them. They offered for all of the guys to go, but Ben and Erik opted to hang back. The appeal of some alone time on their last night was too enticing. With everyone gone, they turned off most of the lights, each grabbed one of the few remaining cold beers, and they meandered out to the end of the dock. It was a still, warm night. The sky was clear and in the darkness every star looked like a bright flashlight lit up against a black sky. A finger moon hung in almost center, but just slightly east.

The guys had changed swimsuits, getting out of the yellow and the blue and white. Ben was wearing a small and tight blue and gold Arena swimsuit, that he looked hot in. Ben had on a really handsome red print Speedo suit that looked bold and vibrant. Both suits clinged tightly to the two bodies, exactly what they both wanted. They sat side by side, feet hanging off the dock, just touching the water. They held hands, Ben’s left in Erik’s right.

“This is so peaceful,” Ben said quietly, almost a whisper. An occasional fish would splash in the water.

“Yes, it is,” Erik replied. “I can’t believe the week is over,” A tear trickled down the right side of his face. Ben saw it.

“Yeah, but we have so many memories,” Ben replied, taking Erik’s had and leading him to lay back on the dock. The two guys were now side by side, flat on their backs, looking up at the starlit sky, just their feet still hanging over the edge. Their swimsuits were displaying their manhood assets well, but neither was really looking down there. They did, however, feel the sensation of the tight swimsuits gripping them in a most sensual way. Ben turned his head and kissed Erik’s ear. Erik smiled and turned his head to face Ben. This led to a more passionate embrace of affection between them. It was one of their longest and deepest kisses ever, and it certainly lit a flame inside each of them. They sat back up and entangled themselves in a wrap of arms, exploring their most sensual spots on each other’s upper body. Their swimsuits were filling with anticipation, excitement, a powerful sexual energy that could only come from their youthful lust.

Erik’s hand wandered down Ben and felt between his legs, teasing him inside the tight swimsuit that was gripping his anatomy. He spread his legs a bit to give Erik more room to play. Ben was rock solid inside the suit, and he had quickly moved to a fully engorged state, his anatomy tantalized by all the stimuli going on all over his body. Ben played with Erik’s chest, Erik’s own body responding almost as fast as Ben’s, despite no direct stimulus by Ben down there.

“Oh man, I really like this,” Erik said to Ben. Erik slid Ben’s hand down lower on Erik’s body.

“Me, too,” Ben moaned.

“You feel strong and masculine,” Erik added, as he held Ben in his arms. Ben was shaking slightly with anticipation.

“You are making me crazy,” Ben replied. A loon cried out in the night. Ben chuckled. “What he said,” he whispered.

“Want to try something new?” Erik asked a very aroused Ben.

“Oh man, sure, what?”

What happened next was one of the most amazing experiences for both of them. The power of Ben’s release first, followed by Erik’s was more than either had ever done in their lives. When it was all over they laid back on the dock, breathless. “Awesome,” was the same word both of them used to describe what they had just tried.

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As the Pontoon boat neared the dock, they both dropped into the water, they pulled their swimsuits back up and tied them in the water. The boat drew near, slowly creeping in the dark lake. It’s red and green navigation lights directly visible in front of the guys. Jack lit the anchor lights, lighting up both guys standing in the lake.

“Late night swim?” MaryBeth asked.

“Just trying to take it all in,” Erik replied.
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The plane lifted off the lake gently, climbing effortlessly into the calm wind and clear sky. Jack leveled out at 1000 feet and did a circle over the lake, crossing back over the house. MaryBeth was on the end of the dock waving, she was staying for a few more weeks. Jack gave her the bob of the wings and the guys all waved, even though she could not see them. They all sat quiet taking in the last view of the water. Brad was out on his dock with Rex, as well. Jack bobbed the wings for him, too. The engine then powered up and the plane climbed, crossing over Maine route 11 again, and then heading south over the vast potato farms. The water and the trip behind them.

“So long, Maine” Erik said quietly.

Ben wiped a tear from his eye.

Dylan said nothing.

The end.

Chapter 30
 

STS,
l loved this chapter and the entire story. We got to hear from the younger Zach and Ryan again. We got to use our own imaginations to know what new experience Ben and Erik had on the dock and what Dylan and Brad did on their final night in Maine. I can only hope you write of Erik, Dylan and Ben again sometime in the future. Thank You for all the time you put into your stories that we love to read. I will reread your other stories until you think up another story. Thanks again.

Brian

Chapter 30
 

STS,

What a wonderful ending to the story. It was great to get to know Zach and Ryan as early teenagers kind of like a prequel to the other stories when they were in college and on the swim team. The dialogue was so good and the suggestions of what Erik and Ben did and what Brad and Dylan did had just the amount of information to have the reader draw his own conclusions. A huge thank you for the work you put in - and hoping there will be more to come in the future.

D67

Great story!! Thanks for all the work you put into it. I'm kind of sad that there will be no more chapters to look forward to!!

This story was a joy to read from first chapter to last. Thanks for sharing this with us, and we all look forward to the next time you put 'pen to paper' with a new story!