First Summer....
 

Growing up, Erik was the “boy next door.” A handsome enough guy, but not necessarily the guy who stood out in a crowd. He was tall, just over 6’4”, lanky and long distance runner thin, with incredibly long legs at a 36 inseam. Even at that height, he weighed not an ounce past 160. He was into music, art and dance. He loved drama, the real kind as opposed to the people kind. In the looks department, the two things Erik had going for him were his awesome blonde hair and blue eyes, which gave him a skinny California Surfer dude look and that he was fairly well equipped, far more than one expected from a skinny guy, which meant he filled out jeans and shorts extremely well. In fact, as a member of the cross country team, he looked amazing in the really short running shorts the team wore, and he always appeared on the verge of busting right out of the shorts. As the team went, his shorts were always more packed than anyone else on the team, a feature well noticed by the girls (and some guys). Despite the interest he generated among the ladies during the running season, when he could show off in those shorts, Erik really did not have much interest in the girls. It wasn’t that he was gay, he rationalized, it was that he just wasn’t too interested. At least that was how he explained it.

Erik was not a swimmer. In fact, he really couldn’t swim well at all. Swimming to Erik was a day at the beach or maybe a jump in a pool if he was on vacation, nothing more. He could swim, but not with breathing, unless he pulled his whole head out of the water. Despite his lack of swimming, Erik owned lots of pairs of swimming shorts, which he would hang out in all Summer, unless he was wearing his running shorts, which he really liked best. Board shorts had not come into style, so the swimming shorts were as short as his running shorts, sometimes more form fitting. His running shorts were really short, made of a nylon material and the legs were split open as far up as the waist band. In the hot Southern heat, they were the lightest and coolest thing to wear, and he enjoyed how he looked in them. For work, Erik mowed lawns in the Summer, so those shorts or swimming shorts, and his bear chest were his attire of work, as well.

It was Summer just past his senior year of high school. Erik had turned 18 in May. It was also the year Summer Olympics were occurring. Erik really did not pay much attention to sports, unless it was running. His brother, however, were really into the games and watched every night. Erik got home from a long run, which he always did in the evening as the heat started to back off. He was soaked with sweat, his shorts clinging to him, no shirt. He grabbed the garden hose and doused himself for a god five minutes, enjoying the cool water. This was his ritual after runs. He would then lie in a chair and rest, letting the shorts dry. The wet, clingy nylon material hugged his anatomy revealing every outline and detail. He really liked that part, and did nothing to free the material bondage and display. Once dry, he often stayed in the shorts the rest of the night, sometimes pulling on a clean shirt, hot nights going shirtless.

“You should see these divers,” his brother, Dylan, called out to him as he entered the house. “They are amazing.” Dylan was parked in front of the television eating a bowl of popcorn and critiquing the skill of a sport he knew nothing about. Dylan was two years older and already in college. Erik was just about to start. They were as close as brothers could be, but significantly different. Dylan was the big football type. He was all sports, nothing else, except for dating girls.

“Look at how muscular they are,” Erik responded as he sat on the sofa, placing his legs up and laying back.

“Yeah,” said his brother. “I never realized that divers were so well built.”

The next diver up, a guy from Germany, did an incredible backwards flip with some kind of twist before he went straight in to the pool. Erik perked up as he watched the muscular body leap from the board, arch backwards, the tight little swimsuit wrapped around his bulging crotch. Erik was so mesmerized as the body straightened and slipped into the water, but it was not the dive that caught him. “Those are some sweet swimsuits,” he unintentionally said aloud.

“Huh?” said his brother.

“Just saying I like the swimsuits they wear,” Erik replied, trying to make light of his observation.

“Yeah, I guess so.” replied Dylan.

Erik was hooked. He could not stop watching as each of the divers showed their skills. As he watched he felt himself getting aroused. His shorts were filling out . He could see that his aroused state was clearly on display. He grabbed a throw pillow and threw it over his mid section, which now gave him something to press into as he watched each diver. Erik was so into what he was watching that he was not making the connection between the male divers, the tiny swimsuits, and the fact that it was turning him, at least not yet.

“Maybe you should try diving,” Dylan said to Erik. “I mean you are tall and you got the legs strength..”

“Yeah, right” Erik replied. “I don’t think so. These guys are way out of my league.”

“Well, shit, yeah” Dylan replied. “But that does not mean you can’t try it. Plus you like the swimsuits…” Dylan smirked. “you just like showing off.”

Erik was rock hard and feeling really aroused by the time the diving wrapped up for the night. He removed the pillow and stood up, his shorts bulging out prominently.

“Swimming tomorrow night,” Dylan said as Erik started to head off to his room.

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As he laid in bed, Erik could not get his mind off those Speedo clad divers. The more he thought about them the more aroused he got. “I have to get one of those swimsuits” Erik thought to himself as his hand rubbed over his aroused anatomy. Erik was enjoying the feeling and urges of his body as he pictured the deep brown haired diver that he became so infatuated with. The tight Germany Speedo clinging to him as he climbed from the water. The way he looked so stoic on the platform.

“Oh wow,” Erik said aloud as he felt himself getting close. He was not sure what was making him so aroused, the swimsuits or the guys in them. Right now he did not care, he was just teasing himself into a climax that would finally explode in a way bigger than he had ever felt before.

Erik has discovered the beauty of form fitting swimwear and the art of the male swimming body. It was going to be a fun journey of discovery from here.

To be continued

mind reading.....
 

LOL - thinking only just an hour ago that a new speedo story hasn't appeared in the forum - and here one has started!
Just an observation: long dongs not unusual on skinny guys - in fact can be expected rather than unexpected.

You have a great writing ability! So easy to follow and get engrossed in! Thanks!

Part 2: Getting Caught
 

Ben was Erik’s closest friend. They were both runners and both ran cross country all through school. While they only met four years ago, they formed a tight bond. Erik was the faster runner over long distances, but Ben had the ability to surge when it counted. This morning they decided to take a run on the dirt trails along the river. It was already hot as blazes. Ben had on a pair of navy blue running shorts while Erik wore a pair of yellow nylon running shorts. Neither guy had on a shirt.

“Did you watch the diving last night?” Erik asked as they passed the first five miles, the sweat making Erik’s yellow shorts cling to him. The light fabric becoming slightly sheer.

“A little bit,” Ben replied. “Pretty cool.”

“I really want to get one of those swimsuits” Erik continued. “I thought they looked amazing on those guys.”

“They are some pretty amazing guys,” Ben answered.

“Yeah, anyway I really want to try one of those swimsuits.” Erik re-emphasized his point.

The run ended at a point where the river weaves around a big area of rocks. A fast ten miles and Ben and Erik were soaked in sweat. They both took off their shoes and jumped in the water. The rocks was a popular hang out, but it was still early. It was just the two of them, but for an occasional runner or walker. They both got out of the water and laid out on the rocks letting the sun dry them. The wet shorts clinging to them. Erik watched as Ben’s shorts outlined him.

“So, you are really going to buy a Speedo?” Ben asked.

“Yeah, if I can find them.”

“Erik, just go to a sports store, they have them. You know they fit pretty tight, right?”

“Yeah, I figured as much.” Erik answered

“You would look great in one.,” Ben paused, smiling. “Maybe I’ll get one, too.”

“That would be cool,” Erik replied,

They were silent for a while, enjoying the sun. Erik looked over and admired how Ben looked. Ben was not as tall as Erik, but he was more muscular. He had thick black hair and a really nice upper body. Much more defined than Erik. Erik felt a twinge of excitement pulse through his body. He never admitted to anyone, especially not Ben, that he liked the way Ben looked. It had not occurred to him that like himself, Ben also never seemed to have any interest in girls. Ben was feeling the same as he admired Erik’s long lean body in his clinging shorts. “Yes, he’d be fine in a Speedo” Ben thought to himself.

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On his way back home, Erik stopped at a local sports store, A&N Sports. He pulled his dry T Shirt on over his damp running shorts and carried his wallet in his hand. He had been in the store a million times over the years and never really noticed if they had any swim stuff. The bell chimed as he entered and a girl about his age at the counter asked if he needed help. Erik tugged at his damp shorts to make sure that they were not clinging.

“No, just killing some time.” he answered.

“You been running?” she asked

“Yeah,” Erik replied. “Ten miles down by the river.”

“Yup, your running shorts gave you away” she smiled. Erik smiled back, not saying anything. “You look like a runner, too.”

Erik wound his way alone through the store. He was about to give up when he found it. Near the fitting rooms was a small, stand alone rack with a Speedo logo at the top. Underneath the sign were four tiers of guys swimsuits exactly like what he was looking for. He felt the excitement surge through him. For the next ten minutes, Erik looked through each tier, finding his size, 28 waist, and pulling out the colors he liked.

“You a swimmer, too?” the young lady walked over.

“No, not really. Thinking about it” he added coyly. “Do I buy my same size?” he asked, feeling really stupid.

“Some guys do, but the serious swimmers get the next size smaller.” she replied. “If you don’t know, I’d just get your size.”

“Thanks” Erik replied.

“You can try them on, if you want. I’d be glad to even check the fit.” She added.

“Maybe,” Erik replied. He felt kind of weird about modeling the suit in front of her.

Erik settled on two. The first was a black and gold nylon suit. It was mostly black, but had gold on one side and gold that ran across the top of the front. He liked it because it was the colors of the university he was going to in the fall. The second was a red and white one that had a different material, made of nylon and lycra.

“We are just starting to get the lycra ones in,” the young lady added. “They fit different. Some guys don’t liked how they feel on. You should really try that one on.”

Erik blushed a bit. “Okay.” He went into the fitting room.

He had nothing on under his running shorts. He slipped them off and he grabbed the red and white lycra suit. Before he could even get it on, he felt himself get hard. Not just a little hard, he was full on hard. “Shit” he thought as he stood there. He decided he had to try to put the suit on. He pulled it up and did his best to get fit into it, but he was so hard he could not adjust himself into the suit. He could feel that the lycra suit clinged to him tightly. Erik waited a bit and thankfully his arousal eased enough that he was finally able to slide into the suit fully.

“How does it fit?” She asked from outside.

“Fine,” Erik replied. If only she knew, he thought to himself, looking in the tiny mirror at how he packed that suit. He swapped out for the black and gold, which had a totally different feel. He really liked it. Erik changed back into his running shorts. He was still pretty aroused, which was very obvious by how he filled out the shorts. He grabbed both suits and went out.

“I like both.” he said.

She offered that if he bought a third it would be half price. So he grabbed another one, a blue and gold lycra one off the rack in his size.

“You definitely got the body for these,” she said. She was clearly interested in him as she asked all the usual questions, including his name. Too bad Erik had no reciprocal interest.

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Erik raced up to his room. He could not wait to really try them back on. He shut and locked the door and stripped out of his shorts. He grabbed the black and gold pair and pulled it on. He looked down at himself in the suit. He loved how free he felt in it. He stood in front of the mirror and admired how it looked on him. His bulge was nicely displayed. He played with how he liked himself positioned in the suit. He liked the down position, but hated how it felt. He settled on up, maybe a bit to the side. He checked every angle, even holding up a small mirror to check how his butt looked. The feel of the tight suit made him get harder and harder until he was once again almost full on. Erik really liked how awesome he looked erect in the suit, his bulging front massive.

Erik slipped off the black and gold and pulled on the navy and gold. He immediately felt the difference in the fit and smiled at the way the lycra wrapped around him. The house was quiet. Erik was sure he was the only one home, so he opened his room door and went to the bathroom where he could get a better view. “This is so hot,” Erik thought. He was enjoying the look of himself in the suit. He was aroused and he was gently sliding his hand across himself, enjoying the sensation of his state. He didn’t want to go too far, but he liked how he looked all snug inside the blue lycra, the top of his bulge pressing into the gold band at the top, the drawstrings the only thing keeping him inside it. He was giving himself and the material quite a workout.

A noise behind him startled Erik. Erik froze, knowing someone was there. He turned to see Dylan standing there in the open doorway.

“What are you doing?” Dylan asked with a grin.

“Oh, just trying on this new swimsuit,” Erik replied trying to make light of it. He knew he was caught, not only in a new swimsuit, but also making himself excited. “I thought no one was home.”

“Looks like it fits you pretty well” Dylan replied. “Just don’t go getting all horned up over some girl while you wear it. Like you are now.” Dylan smirked

“Shut up,” Erik replied as he grabbed the first towel he could reach.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” Dylan replied as Erik pushed by.

Back in his room, Erik didn’t finish what he started. He grabbed some shorts and threw them on over the suit. He had to get out mowing lawns. He would enjoy the feel of the suit on him under the shorts. He could not wait for a real chance to wear it to the beach or a pool. Maybe he could get Ben to join him.

To be continued.....

Nice - loving this new storyline!

Definetely enjoying this story!

Thanks
 

Always great to hear from long time readers like Solar and Swimm. Love to hear from new readers, such as Afewgood.... Thanks for the kind words. STS

Another wonderful beginning of a story.
 

I love it. Your stories seem to get better and better. Glad u are writing here again. It's been really quiet since summer.

Part 3: The last lawn of the day
 

The problem with not finishing what he started was it left Erik feeling like he needed some release. Still feeling like he wanted more, Erik gave in to the demands of work and loaded his lawn mower into the back of his AMC Gremlin, along with a gas can and trimmers. He had five lawns to do that day and it was going to be hot, highs above 90. He packed a cooler with water and soda and a couple sandwiches. He had on a T shirt and nylon running shorts over the blue Speedo suit he was wearing. He would quickly shed the shirt.

“I am really sorry about what just happened,” Dylan came out and said as Eric was finishing the car. “We all do that stuff and I should have just quietly walked away.” Dylan added.

“No big deal,” Erik said. He and Dylan gave each other a quick hug. They could never stay mad long. As brothers went, they were more affectionate than most, but in a truly pure and wholesome way.

“By the way, I like your new swimsuit,” Dylan added. “And I am being serious.”

“Thanks,” Erik replied with a big smile.

Through the first three lawns Erik really wanted to get rid of the shorts. He could feel the suit on underneath and it was driving him wild. Finally at 1:00 PM he decided to take a lunch break. There was a park nearby where he would go running on some of the trails. He opted to head over there and have lunch. It did not have a pool or lake, but maybe he could find a spot to sit in the sun and get off the shorts.

Erik parked in the farthest lot in and found an area where there was a picnic table in the sun. He grabbed his cooler and headed over. It was just him, the other folks opted for the earlier parking areas. He knew this spot because the five mile trail started nearby. He knew that in the mid-day heat no one would be running. He sat at the table and ate his first sandwich and downed a can of soda. He had not amassed the courage to shed the shorts and was starting to convince himself it was a stupid idea. He had all the reasons why, he had no towel, it was hot, he’d look weird. Erik was about to pack it in when a surge of courage took control. He also had an idea.

“F--k it,” he thought. He slid off the shorts, climbed up onto the table and laid back, putting his shorts under where his suit met the table so he would not pull the fabric with the wood. He decided to position himself downward, forming a nice mound, he was still feeling the effects f his unfinished business from earlier. He laid back and closed his eyes. Not the most comfortable position, but at least he was doing it. And he liked the freedom he felt. All the while still a lot self conscious, and still really sexually charged, which caused his mound to swell to a more prominent bulge, the lycra outlining his anatomy as it wrapped between his legs.

Despite his need to just get on with his day, Erik stayed there for twenty or so minutes when he heard a car crunching the gravel lot. “Crap,” Erik thought. He decided to just stay there and act like it was no big deal. The car stopped and he heard a door open. Whoever it was, they were getting out. He listed as the footsteps walked across the gravel, but then they seemed to end. “Must be a walker heading to the trail,” Erik assumed.

“Nice day for laying out,” a male voice came out of nowhere,

Erik looked up to see the park ranger standing there. Not really a ranger, more like a park volunteer. But he had a cap that said “Ranger.” He was an older guy, probably 50 or so Erik figured. “Yeah, it is, a bit hot thought,” Erik replied.

“Look, I hate to bother you, you seem to be all relaxed, but I need you to do me a big favor,” the Ranger said.

“Sure”

“You can lay in the sun, but you can’t lay on the tables. I know it seems stupid, but that is the rules”

“Oh, sure, sorry,” Erik answered. He stood up and climbed off the table.

“There is a nice grassy area up there,” the Ranger pointed. “Probably more comfortable, too.”

“Okay, thanks,” Erik replied.

“Enjoy the day,” and the Ranger walked off.

Erik jumped off the table, held onto his shorts, grabbed his cooler and headed back to his car. He was proud of himself for staying. He got to the car and put his cooler on the floor of the passenger side front. He tossed his shorts on the seat and walked back around and got in. He buckled up and drove off to his next lawn to mow. He’d put the shorts on when he got there. Right now he was enjoying his being daring.
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Finally, it was the last yard. Erik always saved this as his last of the day. It was the a good family friend, the Cranmores. They has an amazing back yard with a built in pool. Mrs. Cranmore always left a towel out for Erik on mow day so he could jump in the pool. She usually would then come out with lemonade and snacks. Not the fake powder lemonade, the real thing. The only rule she had was that he had to rinse off with the hose before getting in. This week they were on vacation up in Maine, a trip they did several times each Summer. They had an awesome lake home up there. It was a hike, but Mr. C was a pilot and he would land right on the lake. They took Dylan and Erik last year, as they did not have children of their own. Erik smiled at the memories.

Erik quickly finished the front yard, including the trimming and sweeping. Usually he saved trimming and sweeping for after the whole yard was done, but today he had a different plan. Satisfied, he pushed the mower to the back. He unlocked the gate and entered the yard. It was totally private. A tall stockade fence blocked all views, but was redundant as there was not a house around them in back. Erik took off his shorts and threw them over the fence post. He grabbed the garden hose and rinsed off and jumped in the pool.

“Now I know why swimmers wear these,” Erik immediately thought as he felt the freedom of the water hitting all the uncovered parts of his body. No shorts floating around or filling with air. He really could not describe the feeling, but he liked it. It was like he was almost naked, which he really was, but for that 3 inch band of lycra. He took his hand and rubbed himself, feeling his bulge in the water. It was exhilarating and erotic. His youthful body quickly responded.

“Don’t get started, you got a lawn to finish” Eric thought to himself. He got out of the pool, admired how the suit clung to him almost as much as his running shorts did in water.

“Thanks Mrs. C,” he thought as he chuckled. She had remembered to place a giant beach towel and a small bag of cooked in a plastic bag on the lounger.

“Thanks Erik,” she wrote on the note. “Hope these are dry. Enjoy the cookies. You such a nice young man. Say hi to your family”

“She is so sweet” Erik thought.

Erik slipped back on his shoes, but left the shorts hanging. He looked around and felt totally secluded. He pulled the mower starter and began weaving his way through the yard, wearing nothing but shoes and his Navy and Gold swimsuit. He loved it. He was practically erect as he did it. Erik wound his way around the yard, stopping a couple times to hose himself down, letting the cold water wash over him and run down his chest and across his suit. He watched as the water parted around his bulge and ran a stream down both legs.

Erik mowed behind the shed. He was back there for several minutes, totally hidden. Erik took a little extra time back there to feel himself in the tight, damp suit. He rubbed his hand across the front and gently massaged himself until he was rock hard. He thought about going all the way, but instead he just wanted to tease himself. He resumed mowing and crossed back from behind the shed. As he did, he looked over to see Ben standing by the pool.

“Holy crap, dude” Ben said as he saw Erik. “What are you doing?”

Erik froze, speechless. Whatever aroused state he was in quickly disappeared. He finally responded, “It’s hot, so I have been jumping in and out of the pool.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Ben replied. “You sure wasted no time getting a Speedo. You look great in it, even if you are mowing the lawn.”

Erik went over to grab his shorts. He wasn’t sure what to do and he was trying to figure out Ben’s reaction. He pulled the shorts off the post when Ben stopped him.

“Dude, it’s fine, you can leave the shorts off,” Ben encouraged Erik. “I mean I wasn’t expecting to see you mowing the lawn in a blue Speedo, but hey…” Ben trailed off with a shrug. Ben actually liked what he saw, and he could feel himself responding to it. “I was driving by and saw your car, thought I’d swing in and see if you want to hang out later.”

“Hey, I am almost done and they are not home. They don’t mind if I jump in the pool. Want to hang tight for a few and we can take a swim?” Erik asked.

“I don’t have anything to swim in” Ben replied. “I’d actually love to.”

“You got your running bag? Throw on a pair of running shorts. You can change back here, it’s really private.”

Ben stood there, looking at Erik. It was an awkward pause as Ben debated what to do. Erik looked so cute, and practically naked. Ben was wearing his work uniform, blue cotton shorts that went almost to his knees and a white polo shirt with the logo of the country club where we he worked part time tending to golf carts and other odd jobs.

See continuation below...

Part 3 - continued....
 

Ben was already in the pool when Erik finished up the sweeping. Ben stood along the wall watching Erik attentively as he zoomed about the yard, still clad only in the little blue and gold, almost yellow swimsuit. Between watching Erik and standing perfectly positioned in front of one of the pool jets, Ben was quite erotically stimulated. Erik leaped in off the diving board feet first into the eight foot end. While he was not a great swimmer, a simple push off the bottom and he was quickly in shallow water. Erik popped right up behind Ben and grabbed him around the waist.

“It’s time you got your head wet,” Ben commanded as he pulled Ben into the water. Ben’s light nylon running shorts floated up, exposing only the inner liner. The full side split seam gave the shorts little to hold them down.

“Okay, that’s it” said Ben playfully back as he emerged from the water. He grabbed Erik and pushed him under and the two began some rigorous horseplay, wrapping hands, legs and arms around each other as they tossed themselves about in the water. Each coping quick glances of each other under water. As they wrestled, Ben let his hand slide down and across the front of Erik’s suit, feeling the lycra wrapped bump in quick passes. Erik felt Ben’s hand slide across, but dismissed it as the perils of water wrestling.

They wrangled themselves into a corner, Erik tucked into the corner with Ben facing. Ben placed his arms on each side of Erik, trapping him into place. The two of them up against each other, but not quite touching. “I got you exactly where I want you” Ben proclaimed.

“Be gentle” Erik replied, smirking. “I’m just a skinny, helpless runner.”

“I am not so sure about that, Speedo man. You seem pretty strong to me”

Both of them secretly found the situation very arousing. Erik could feel himself growing inside the suit, but the tight material was holding him well in place. He slid his hand down and felt the top of him pushing hard against the tied waist. Likewise, Ben was also getting very aroused, but in his looser fitting shorts, he was expanding out to the front, tenting himself straight forward. Erik edged forward playing as if he was going to try to escape. As he did, Ben froze as Erik’s mid section touch up against the tenting of Ben’s shorts.

At first, Erik did not realize what he was feeling, but quickly he realized what was happening. Instead of pushing away, the two stayed against each other. Their bulging suit and shorts making direct contact. They both felt a surge of excitement mounting inside them. Erik wrapped his arms around Ben’s waist and pulled Ben into him. Ben did not fight it. The two embraced each other and held, every inch of their fronts pushing into each other. They gently rubbed against each other. Erik was so erect that the suit was forcing him into a sort of warped, erect position held back by the tightly tied waist. As his excitement grew, the bending strain intensified.

Ben started to shake slightly with growing arousal as he gently rubbed against Erik, the two of them both immersed in the feeling of each other and both very much turned on. Ben felt himself starting to reach a point of no return, as did Erik. Erik slid his hand down to adjust himself to allow his anatomy to stop bending outward like a bow. As Erik adjusted his position, his hand also rubbed against Ben. Ben was rock hard. Ben groaned.

“Oh man,” Erik whispered.

Ben suddenly realized the awkwardness of their situation. He quickly pushed away and swam under water across the pool.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” Ben said, caught somewhere between confused and mad. “I don’t know what just happened.”

Erik swam over and stood alongside Ben.

“It’s cool” Erik said. “I think we just got caught up in the moment.”

“Sorry,” Ben replied. “You looked so awesome in your new swimsuit. I guess you kind of turned me on.”

“I think we both turned each other on,” Erik said softly back.

“I guess I am kind of confused right now,” Ben replied, on the verge of tears. “I just don’t know. I don‘t want to f..k up our friendship”

“It won’t,” Erik whispered in Ben’s ear. “It really won’t.”

To be continued

Need to catch my breath after that chapter - that was so erotic. The two studs, one in a Speedo, the other in a skimpy pair of running shorts becoming so aroused, yet still too shy to admit their true feelings. Can't wait for more chapters....

Another wowser of a story
 

STS, do you ever get hard writing these stories. Very highly erotic

Wow oh wow.
Bulging in my speedos right now too

Part 4: The Beach Drive
 

It was a two hour drive to the beach. Erik and Ben had done it a hundred times, so they had a ritual down. Both had the day off, so Erik stayed over the night before at Ben’s house. The plan was an early start so they could maximize the time on the beach. The two of them stayed up far later than they should have playing Pool and watching the late night shows, which was going to screw up the plans before they started. Ben had an amazing room that sat up over the garage and was huge. It had two beds, although Ben did not share it with anyone, perfect for sleep-overs. It also had its own small bath and shower. The walls were covered with photos and posters of the top runners of the era, all male, and all in running shorts. The two had not discussed the swimming pool events since they happened a couple days prior. With work schedules, they had not really seen each other much since then, either.

“So, what are you wearing to the beach?” Ben finally ventured closer to the unspoken topic.

“I have a really cool black and gold swimsuit that I was going to wear.” Eric replied.

“How many Speedo suits did you buy?” Ben asked.

“Three,” Erik answered, “but only because the third was half off.”

“Can I see it?” Ben asked

Erik rummaged through his bag and pulled it out, tossing it over the Ben. Ben held it up. “Really cool,” he replied. “The colors of our college, good choice”

“Yeah, I liked it.” Erik answered. “Want to see it on?”

Ben smiled at Erik as he thought for a second. “I bet you look hot in it, sure give me a fashion show.”

Ben was starting to feel a bit of excitement enter between his legs. Erik striped off his shorts and shirt and slid the suit on, right in front of Erik. The two had been in locker rooms together so many times that being naked in front of each other was no big deal.

“Ta da,” Erik announced as he turned to face Ben in the black and gold, tight fitting suit.

The black Nylon material had a slight shine to it. It was not as form fitting as the blue one the other day. It still looked great on Erik.

“I really like that suit.” Ben replied. “You really look great in it, so manly.”

“Thanks man,” Erik replied. Erik slowly slipped the suit off. Standing naked, he tossed the suit over to Ben. “Want to try it on? We are the same size.”

While Ben slid off his cotton plaid pajama pants, Erik slipped back into his pair of shorts. Ben slid the suit on; it still felt warm from Ben’s having just worn it. Ben felt himself get aroused as he pulled the suit over himself, struggling to make himself fit.

“I got rock hard the first time, too” Erik said the Ben. “I think the tight fit does that.”

“I see why you point yourself up. Only way it can fit.” Ben tied the strings, but his bulging anatomy made the suit huge. The Nylon struggled to give him as much room as it could, but it was a tight fit.

“Go look in the mirror, dude” Erik said with excitement. “You blow me away how good you look.”

“I have to admit it feels kind of neat,” Ben replied.

“Maybe we should stop and get you one of your own on the way.” Erik suggested.

“Maybe” Ben replied. He was actually intrigued with the whole idea of it.

Both guys were turned on again by each other, but neither said anything more as they lay in their separate beds. Instead the focus shifted to their plans for the next day, which included a long run on the beach, maybe some Frisbee, one on one volleyball. The best part was that they were both now of legal age, so even some cold beer entered the discussion. By the time they fell asleep it was almost two in the morning.

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Five came way too early, so they both agreed to sleep one more hour. Rising at 6, they quickly scrambled to get ready and make up time lost by the much needed sleep. Ben was eyeballing two different swim shorts, deciding which to wear. One was a boxer cut and the other looked more like traditional gym shorts, but with the pre-requisite mesh liner. Ben hated those liners, felt like your balls were being strung into fish net. Erik watched.

“Dude, I got an idea” Erik said animatedly. “How about you wear the black and gold swimsuit and I can wear the red and white one you have not seen yet.” Erik tossed the black and gold to Ben.

“You sure?” Ben asked.

“Yeah, it will be great!” Erik replied with so much enthusiasm it was contagious.

“Awesome, man” Ben replied as he pulled the black and gold suit on. “Let me see what the red one looks like.”

Erik turned and showed off the red and white. Being the lycra blend, it was much more form fitting, as his blue one was at the pool.

“Dude, you look freaking awesome.” Ben observed. “You gonna wear shorts in the car?” Ben asked.

“I’ll take them, but no, I was planning to just wear a T-shirt over.” Erik replied.

“Cool, me too.” Ben agreed. “Sure beats those mesh nut holders.”

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Ben was fast asleep once they got on the highway. He had one hand nestled right between his legs and the other on his left leg mid-thigh. Erik drove listening to the local top hits station and drinking coffee from their quick pit stop at 7-11. He chuckled at the look of the lady at the counter as the two nearly naked, handsome young men came parading in with T shirts that hung below their swimsuits. “You boys got pants on, right?” she asked. Erik laughed at the whole memory.

“It was pretty ballsy,” Erik thought to himself as he glanced over at Ben. Ben’s shirt was pulled up such that his whole suit was exposed. Erik marveled at how handsome Ben looked. Erik reached over and slid his hand on top of Ben’s left hand and held it there. Ben felt Eric’s hand. In a mere millisecond Ben made a choice, when he could have pushed away he instead clasped around Erik’s hand. As Erik drove at 60, Ben went from truly asleep to pretend asleep, the only give away was the soft smile that came over his face. It was a gutsy move for both. It also was a breakthrough.

“This just feels right,” Ben thought.

“It really does.” Eric’s thoughts answered.

Ben dozed back off and as he did he slid Erik’s hand up his leg such that Erik could feel the point where Ben’s suit wrapped down between his legs. This caused Erik to grow hard as the side of his hand could feel Ben. Ben, too was getting aroused as he slept. Erik shifted his mind back to the road, distracting his thoughts.

About an hour out from the beach, Erik took an exit that offered a food stop. The slowing car and the exit curve woke Ben. Erik also had removed his hand to shift gears and slow down.

“What’s wrong?” Ben asked.

“Just need some more coffee and to use the rest room” Erik replied. “You were sound asleep.”

“Good idea,” Ben replied. “Kind of rude of me to sleep while you drive. I’ll buy the coffee.”

“You were funny,” Erik replied. “Out like a light.”

“Guess we were up too late, I’ll probably sleep on the beach, too.” Ben added.

They found a 7-11 store and pulled in. Erik parked the car and opened the door. He got out and noticed Ben was fidgeting around, reaching for his bag in the back seat. Erik had on a T-shirt over the top of his swimsuit. “You coming in?” he asked.

“Yeah, let me grab my shorts” Ben replied as he found his shorts.

“Alright, I‘ll see you inside,” Erik replied. Erik skipped the shorts and just went in, his shirt hanging down such that all you saw was his bare legs from about midway to the knees. After a quick pit stop in the rest room, he was getting coffee when Ben walked in.

“I thought you were going to wear your shorts,” Erik sort of asked and observed.

“I was, but then I felt weird dressing by the car. Plus they are so short, the shirt covered them just as much,” Ben replied.

Despite the early hour, they grabbed sodas and chips for the rest of the ride. Erik also grabbed a pint of chocolate milk. Erik loved chocolate milk.

“You guys headed to the beach,” the guy behind the counter asked. “Nice day for it,” he added not even waiting for their reply. “Wish I could join you.”

“Come on with us,” Ben replied. The counter guy was tall, lean and clearly worked out. He had broad shoulders, probably from weights. He had on Khaki colored shorts and a yellow work polo shirt. Erik noticed him, too. “He’d be smoking in a Speedo,” Erik thought. Both secretly hoped he’d say yes. He didn’t.

“Where’s your girlfriends?” a young lady, probably early 20’s interjected into the conversation. “Two handsome guys like you must have some cute girlfriends.” she teased.

“No, just us,” Erik replied.

“So, lift those shirts, let me see your swim shorts,” the girl replied, clearly flirting with them.

“Don’t mind her,” the counter guy slid into the banter.

“Can’t a girl check out guys in swim trunks,” she teased them back.

With that Erik lifted his shirt, saying “so, what do you think?” Ben about fell over.

“Oh my, sweet. I love Speedos.” she added. “You must be on a swim team? Where is yours? ” she pressed Ben. Erik observed the counter guys face light up when he saw his choice of swimsuit. It was more than just a smile.

Ben finally quickly lifted up his shirt. By then several other customers were waiting to pay, so the banter ended there. The two grabbed their stuff and headed out to the car. They were quickly back on the road.

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Part 4 Continued
 

Eight college friends, all guys, finished breakfast and got their stuff ready for the beach. It was nearing 8 am, and they wanted to get out and secure a good spot to set up a volleyball net and claim their space. The gang had rented a house for the week. No girls, just the eight of them. It was an eclectic mix; three guys were on swim team, two in band, one wrestler, and the rest were simply students. They all had unique interests, a wide mix of looks, but one important common attribute across all of them, their mutual desire to keep it just a guy’s week. In fact, there was no risk of anything different. They all were out, at least to each other, if not various levels of the world.

They set up camp at the far north end of the beach. The volleyball net up, they spread out their blankets and towels. Within minutes a big chunk of the soft golden sand was covered with all the trappings of a great day at the beach. A cooler with cold beer and other assorted liquids was set up. Beer was technically not allowed, but the beach patrol rarely ventured up this far. The house was a short walk over the dunes.

Two of the three swim team guys claimed a blanket closest to the water and laid out on their backs. The rest of the gang set up blankets close by, all within talking distance. As diverse as their personalities was the choices of swimwear, ranging from Speedo and Arena suits all the way to Birdwell Beach Britches, which were about as close to board shorts as was on the market at the time, at least in this part of the South.

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“You’re quite the show off,” Ben said to Erik as they accelerated down the highway. “You wasted no time letting that girl check you out.” It was almost as if Ben was jealous, maybe even mad.

“Three is no way I was interested in her,” Erik replied. “Not at all!” Erik added strongly. “I think the guy was more interested in us than she was.” Erik added after a pause.

There was an awkward silence in the car. Ben was looking out the side window, not saying anything.

“Are you okay?” Erik asked. He could sense something had changed, but he was not sure what. Maybe he had embarrassed Ben by making him show off his swimsuit.

“Yeah, fine,” Ben answered. “Just thinking, I guess.”

“Look, we are gonna have fun today, we need to” Erik changed the subject. “Just us on the beach.”

Ben came around and the banter was back. In 45 minutes they wheeled onto Atlantic Avenue.

“I think we should head north, it is more private up there.”

“Good call,” Ben replied.

They found a road a road with some parking spots at a dune crossing onto the beach. They were up at the far north end, amongst a variety of beach homes. Mostly investment properties that were weekly rentals.

Erik grabbed his bag of towels and blanket and the cooler with drinks and snacks. He threw his shirt in the back of the Gremlin, now standing outside the car in nothing but his red and white Speedo. Ben watched as Eric got ready and followed his lead, stripping to just the black and gold swimsuit Erik lent him. Erik admired how amazing he looked. Ben grabbed the volleyball and some other game stuff and his own towel bag. Erik locked the car and the two headed out to the beach.

The day was perfect. The sky was deep blue with no clouds; a light ocean breeze could be felt wisping over the dunes. The sand was a soft golden yellow and had not yet absorbed the heat of the day. They both made their way over the dune wall typical of the mid-Atlantic coast. As they crested the dune, Erik stopped to take it in. Despite the number of times he came to the beach, he always was awestruck by the ocean. Ben was behind and had been admiring Erik’s back profile, the way his suit wrapped his tight, muscular butt. Ben had watched this aspect of Erik many times in his running shorts, but the swimsuit was such a better view. He could almost tackle Erik right there.

“What are ya looking at?” Ben said as he came up right behind Erik and put his head on Erik’s shoulder. The move brought Ben’s front right against Erik’s back side, the feel of Erik’s muscular butt against the part of Ben that would enjoy it most. He popped hard almost immediately.

“Just taking it in” Erik replied. He felt Ben against him and his body started to react the same as Ben’s. The two stayed there for several seconds, almost in an embrace. It could have led to more, but instead they resumed their trek, their bulging suits quite a bit more prominent.

Off the path they went left, heading a bit more north. They saw a spread of blankets, towels and a volleyball net with quite a collection of guys. There were a few others on the beach, but it was still early. Erik stopped at a point about 75 feet from the group of guys, at least three of whom had taken notice of the two new visitors, especially their swimsuits.

“This look good?” Erik asked

“Perfect,” Ben replied.

They laid out there stuff and got everything situated. Ben was on the left, Erik on the right, of the large blanket they had spread out. Two towels, side by side, marked their respective spots. Once they were settled, they both stood side by side, looking at the water. They were still aroused from their stop on the dune, their suits pressing against their semi-erect anatomy. The lycra suit displayed Erik more detailed than the Nylon on Ben, a view Ben liked.

“I’m getting wet,” Ben announced as he darted off to the water.

“Last one in is a loser” Erik proclaimed as he darted past Ben.

The rushed out into the waves. The water was moderately cool, which was exactly what they both needed to calm their raging hormones. Ben leaped over a wave in chest waist deep water and dove into the one behind. He emerged several feet further out. Erik followed and came up next to him.

“This feels awesome” Erik replied. “Just what I needed.”

Ben smiled in agreement as they jumped through the next several waves. On shore the gang of eight enjoyed the view of the two of them in the water.

“I had a major boner going on,” Ben admitted. “This cool water was exactly what I needed.”

“Yeah,” I kind noticed back there. Erik replied.

“Dude, you were pretty hard yourself,” Ben replied, teasing.

“Must be that you drive me wild,” Erik replied. “Just saying…”

“Interesting…” Ben trailed off as he took another battle at the waves.

After twenty minutes in the water, the two made their way back out to their blanket and towels. Their suits fit much less snugly, but the wet material was wrapping around them, giving the rest of the beach quite the view. Ben laid down on his stomach, quickly rolling onto his back. Erik faced the water and sat.

Ben pulled on Erik’s shoulder. “Lay back, it feels awesome.” Erik followed his request and the two were side by side laying in the sun. Their lean bodies on display and their suits showing the prominent bulges of their youthful, fit bodies. Erik slid his hand such that it was touching against Ben’s. Ben smiled as he closed his eyes. It was the start of what was going to be an amazing day.

They had caught the eye of their neighbors, as well.

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Another great chapter - hoping the New Year will bring us even more adventures with Erik and Ben!

Part 5: The beach run
 

Erik and Ben both loved running on the beach; the chance to run barefoot along the surf, at a nice easy pace, sweat dripping down their chests. After their fitful, somewhat erotic nap, that really only accomplished making themselves more sexually charged, the two took a quick jump into the water and then set off heading south down the beach. They started at a very slow pace, getting the kinks out. Erik pulled out the strings from inside his suit, not for any particular reason, other than he thought they looked cool swinging as they ran. As they set off, they again captured the curiosity of the guys next to them on the beach. There was a bit of discussion on what Ben and Erik’s story was. About half were convinced that they were probably just two straight guys who were hanging out together, while the rest were certain there was more to the story. They watched as the two Speedo clad, cute guys headed down the beach.

“It’s amazing how much more free I feel in this than running shorts” Erik said to Ben, referring to his swimsuit. “And our shorts are really not much longer.”

“Maybe we should tell coach that we should run in swimsuits from now on,” Ben replied.

“That would be cool,” Erik replied. “But it would look funny in winter.”

“How far should we go?” Ben queried.

“Let’s see how we feel at half an hour and decide. Whatever we do, we have to run back, too”

“Cool” Ben replied.

“I stuck $10 in my waist in case we want to get a drink along the way” Erik added. Sure enough the top of a ten dollar bill was sticking out of his waist band on his right side. He looked like a male stripper holding his tips.

As they went along, they gradually picked up the pace. As runners on the beach go, they were clearly much faster and far more serious about it than most. The more south they got, the more crowded the beach became. They passed by a group of girls, probably mid-teens, who cheered them on as they ran by. Erik smiled at them and gave them a high five sign. The sweat rolling off Erik’s chest kept the front of his suit soaked, while the sides were dry. The red material showed a clear contrast between the dry parts and the wet parts, accentuating his frontal bulge.

“I know a cool spot we can stop and grab a drink” Erik said, as they approached thirty minutes. “It’s probably another ten minutes,” he added. “You good?”

“Good” Ben replied.

They arrived at the main part of the beach, which was packed, at about 45 minutes. They slowed to a walk and headed off the sand and up to the boardwalk. They found a bench and Ben took claim to it, while Erik went to buy them some waters. They both leaned back on the bench, waters in hand, enjoying the view. They each checked out the guys on the beach. While Speedo suits were not the choice of most guys, they were not uncommon, either. The rest of the guys mostly wore swim shorts, but even these were short enough.

“That was an awesome run” Ben offered up. He was looking at Erik’s bulging suit as he said so. Erik’s anatomy had slipped to the left, and was clearly outlined by the wet material. Ben reached over and rubbed Erik’s upper leg. “That red suit looks great on you.” Erik felt himself get a twinge of arousal.

“Remember we got to run back, now” Erik replied as he rested, legs stretching out. He did nothing to remove Ben’s hand. Truth was he was enjoying it. They sat quietly for a few minutes watching the beach. Erik slipped his right hand on Ben’s back, just above his waistband. It was as if they became immersed in their own world amongst the aura of the crowded beach and the almost hot day. Ben slid his hand higher and higher up Erik’s leg. Erik moved his leg closer to Ben, slightly bent at the knee.

Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to the two of them, as their minds turned from water and a running break to the joy of each other. In his own thoughts, Erik just wanted to roll over and embrace Ben and let nature take its course. The two of them were making their desires with each other very clear, but there was a time and a place. This was probably neither. As much as his mind knew that, his body was taking on thoughts of its own. He began to swell in his swimsuit.

Ben’s hand slid up the leg and Ben continued right between the legs and up across the front of Erik’s suit, sliding along the outline of Erik’s anatomy. In an instant, Erik went from merely swelling, to fully hard. Ben reversed his course sliding his hand back down along the suit and onto Erik’s upper thigh. Erik froze in place as he felt himself react, glancing down to see himself fully on display in the tiny red suit. Ben was hard, as well, but not as much as Erik. .

“F..K dude,” Erik whispered to Ben as he sat straight up, bending over himself at his waist. “You are making me hard as a rock. I can’t even stand up”

“Maybe we better go in the water,” Ben said.

Erik looked totally perplexed. “Yeah, but I can’t walk there like this.” He said. “Look at me.” Erik was hoping it would quickly calm down, but the tightness of the suit and the feeling he had was not letting that happen.

“Sorry man,” Ben said. “I guess I got carried away.”

“No, you were fine,” Erik replied. “Obviously I liked it.” Erik bent back over and wiggled his legs back and forth. He stayed as hard as ever, trapped in just that straining red and white suit. “Oh man, please” he thought to himself as he felt his manhood push against the tight lycra fabric. As much as he tried to calm down, the feeling of the suit on his sensually aroused anatomy kept him erect. He could feel his body wanting to take it further.

“You okay, man” Ben said.

“I can’t stop it,” Erik replied. “I might shoot off right here,” Erik added emphatically. Realizing that his effort was not making things better, Erik just stood up, displaying his tight suit and erect anatomy. He had no choice but to bolt to the water.

“See you in the water,” Eric proclaimed as he dashed off the boardwalk and did not stop until he was up to his waist in the cool ocean surf. Whatever people saw of him would have been a quick blur. Thankfully he made it in time. The last thing he wanted was to blow up inside his suit, at least not yet. He dunked down in the water and opened his waistband to allow the cold water to make its way inside. He felt his arousal ease.

Ben followed, tossing the water bottles as he passed a receptacle. He joined Erik in the water, running right up behind him and grabbing him around the waist. The cool water was helping both of them, but especially Erik. They stayed in the water for at least fifteen minutes, jumping waves and diving under them, as control came back over Erik. Every so often they would hang onto each other, but in a less obvious way and erotic way.

“Oh man, that was close,” Erik said to Ben.

“Man that lycra material does show all” Ben said to Erik as they walked out.

“Yeah, it does,” Erik replied. “But I like how it feels, as you can tell.”

“And how it looks,” Ben teased back. “Well, at least I do.”

They finally emerged from the water. Erik was not fully back to normal, nor would he be the rest of the day, but at least he had regained his control. Each passing event was making him more and more aroused and ready. His suit would feel and look more filled out the rest of the day, as his body waited the next opportunity to go all the way. Ben was in a similar state of mind.

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Part 6: The Run Back and Beach games
 

Writers note: You will see a cameo appearance of two characters from prior stories... interesting to see if you know who they are...

Joe and Bill were two older guys, closer to retirement, who owned a condo at the beach. They had been together for years. Each day they walked the beach. Joe wore a navy blue nylon swimsuit, not quite as small as a brief, but not as large as a square cut. Joe was a diver in college and he still did some diving, but not as much and not as elaborate. However, he swam daily. Their permanent home was about two hours away, in the same city Ben and Erik lived. Joe was a huge fan of the university swim team back home, rarely missing a swim meet. Joe loved the art of swimming and diving. While he was more attuned to the men’s swimming, he also watched closely the ladies team. Bill was in a form fitting Jantzen suit, with much longer sides. It had a variety of colors from red to blue to green on it. Bill was not as into the sports as Joe, more of the artist than the sports fan. The two complimented each other nicely.

The two were about a mile into their walk, holding hands as they strolled along the surf. Joe heard the footsteps fast approaching them from behind. Bill and he stopped and turned, seeing Ben and Erik running up behind them. They were both about ankle deep in the water, splashing as they went.

“My, aren’t they handsome young men” Joe said to Bill as they approached.

“Yes, they are. That’s what our sons would look like,” Bill replied. Both Joe and Bill never had children, the world was not at the point where two guys could adopt. So, they were left to vicariously adopt in their minds, which they did so frequently on their weekend stays at the condo.

“I love that they are running in their swimsuits, really shows off their muscular legs,” Joe observed to Bill.

“Hi guys,” Bill said as the two passed,

Ben and Erik both acknowledged them with a wave as they slowed to not splash them. Once past them, they resumed their strong pace. Erik was pushing Ben a bit on the run, Erik being the longer distance guy.

“Must be swimmers in school,” Bill answered Joe’s earlier observation on swimsuits.

“You know, I am not sure,” Joe said. “I am guessing running team, the guy in red is really lean up top. Built like a serious runner. The shorter guy could be a swimmer.”

“Well, either way, they are nice looking guys,” Bill answered.

“Bet they get all the ladies they want.” Joe replied. They both chuckled, as they followed the same route as the two runners, albeit at a more leisurely pace.

“Who knows,” Bill replied. “They could be like us.”


It was shortly after lunch when Erik and Ben’s run got them back to their spot. The gang of eight was much more active now. They had a volleyball game going, four on four. It was clear they had broken into the stash of beer they brought out. The two Speedo wearers were on the same team, a third guy in a short square cut was also on that team. The long shorts guy, he one in the Birdwell’s, was on the same team, which made for interesting contrast. It was not clear which team was winning, but from the excitement it was clear that they were keeping score.

“That shorts dude can really play,” Ben said as the two stood and watched. “Watch him when he gets the chance to spike.” Sure as Ben said it, he had this amazing vertical leap and he sent the ball crashing into the sand of the opposing team. He was also seriously fit, and looked amazing with his tight stomach and defined pecs. Too bad he wore those long shorts, both guys were thinking.

“He seriously must play college,” Erik stated.

Not to be outdone, Ben and Erik grabbed their Frisbee and went out to the surf to start their own game. Ben tossed the first pass, sending Erik leaping up to catch it. Erik came splashing down into the surf. He returned the pass, which went high over Ben’s head, sending him scurrying down the beach to retrieve it. Erik smiled as Ben’s tight butt shot down the beach.

They resumed play. Each time Erik jumped up, Ben watched the exposed strings of his suit flail in the wind. Ben liked the look so much, he pulled his strings free. The white strings against the black made them stand out even more than the strings against Erik’s red. They both really liked seeing each other leaping in the air, legs extended in some way, showing off the strength of their bodies and their physiques. Ben intentionally threw the net pass out into the water, watching Erik rush after it, diving into the surf to catch it. Erik splashed hard into the water, grabbing the Frisbee. He threw the Frisbee back at Ben as he headed back to the shore, once again his suit soaked and clinging.

“Nice catch,” they both heard a voice say. They turned to see one of the two Speedo clad swimmers from the group walking toward them. The volleyball game had stopped, and most of the group had returned to their towels. “Mind if I join you guys? You look like you are having fun.”

“Not at all,” Erik replied.

“I’m Chris,” he reached out his hand. Ben came over and they all shook. “Nice swimsuits,” he added.

Chris was wearing an Arena brand suit that was black with red, blue and green bands running across the front. He looked amazing in it, and he filled it out really well. He had really tight ab muscles and strong shoulders. His hair was a medium brown with copper colored eyes. He was not as tall as Erik, but taller than Ben, probably 6’1”. What was really interesting is he had an incredibly long torso, which was where he got his height, not in his legs.

After the intros, Ben jogged backwards on the beach and tossed the Frisbee to Chris. The three of them hit is off really well. They hadn’t learned anything about each other, but for names and the fact that they all clearly liked the same type of swimsuits. They played Frisbee for the next 45 minutes or so, three very hot guys in really incredible swimsuits.


“What would you say if a guy told you that he really liked you?” Ben asked Erik as they meandered alone up the beach after the Frisbee game.

“I don’t know, I think I’d be okay with it,” Erik replied.

“I don’t mean like, I mean really liked you,” Ben added with emphasis on the second half. “You know like you turned him on.”

“Hmmm, “ Erik paused. “It really depends on who it is. What about you? What if someone, another guy, was into you in a big way?”

“I’ve been thinking about that lately,” Ben replied.

As they went more north, the beach became more and more deserted. They walked in silence for a while. Erik reached over and took Ben’s hand. They were alone on the beach as far as they could see. They both looked at each other, deeply into their eyes and smiled.

“You know, Ben, I know this all seems to be happening so fast, but I really am attracted to you,” Erik finally said. “I never expected it, but lately it is all I think about.”

“Especially since the pool,” Ben responded, tightening his clasp on Erik’s hand. A sense of relief came over him now that it was out in the open. Erik felt the same sense, as well. They stopped and embraced, two Speedo guys alone on a beach, enjoying the touch of each other. Their relationship had just taken a monumental leap. They felt themselves against each other, just as they had in the pool, but this time they enjoyed the sensation. Erik quickly responded, Ben feeling his response. Slowly they separated, both very aroused, They walked further and talked more. They enjoyed one of the deepest, most thought provoking conversations of their young lives. Their friendship was tested and it passed . Other than their very erotic hug, nothing sexual happened, it was so much deeper than that. To where they were going they did not know, but they were going to follow this relationship wherever it took them.


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Part 6 continued
 

Eight names to remember. “Who thought this was a test,” wondered Erik and Ben. When the two guys got back from their walk up the beach, Chris asked if they’d like to join the volleyball effort. The gang had dug deep into the beer stash. Chris offered them each one, which they both accepted. The cold beer felt very refreshing.

Patrick was the other swimmer in a Speedo. His was a printed pattern, also made of lycra and it fit him snugly. He had amazing blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked like he walked right out of a California beach advertisement, the poster perfect California male, except that he was not from California. He was less outgoing than Chris, but it quickly became clear Chris and he were more than just casual friends. As they formed teams, Patrick stood next to Chris and rubbed his butt the whole time. Chris was enjoying Patrick’s affection. As they stood there, Patrick stepped in close to Chris, rubbing himself against Chris’s upper leg.

“Speedo guys versus shorts,” one of the guys proposed, referring to any of the guys in swim briefs. With the four guys in swim briefs and the square cut guy, the math worked out. The down side was the spiker in shorts was against them. The shorts team won the first serve. They built a quick 5 – 1 lead, largely off the power of the spiking dude. With that, the trash talk began between the team.

“Guys, we gotta get control of this game,” Chris said as they huddled. Five guys in form fitting swimwear all nestled in a circle. It was quite the sight to behold. They decided that they needed to attack the spikes more.

“They are gonna f..king hurt,” said Ben to Erik, referring to the spikes. As the guys in front, they needed to get tough.

The game took a huge turn, and was tied up at 8 to 8, playing to 21. It stayed neck and neck through the next ten pairs of scores, now tied at 18 up. The spiker guy was losing some of his power, either that or the beer was making him mellow. It was 20 up, Speedo team had the serve. Need to win by 2, which meant they were going at least to 22. Erik did a leap serve and the ball sailed over the net. A guy in really short Jantzen swim shorts jumped high and returned it, which was a break since the serve was clearly going out of bounds. The ball landed squarely in Chris’s hands as he drove it to the front line. Patrick set up a high ball, which gave Ben the chance to drive a hard spike. Score.

Erik repeated the leap serve, but hit it softer. It dropped mid court, picked up by the same Jantzen shorts. He set the ball up for the spike. Birdwell shorts guy lifts off his feet to slam the spike, He drives it hard toward the sand. Erik and Chris dive for it. Erik’s hands clasped tightly, he stops the spike, sending the ball back up. Square cut volleys it over. The shorts team was so certain that the spike was the final play they were not ready. The ball lands square on the sand. Game over at 22 to 20. Speedo team wins.

The gang played a three game set, Speedo team won the first and third games.

Part 6 continued (last segment)
 

Writers note: This segment is very graphic, please beware if you prefer not to read graphic content. Btw, all characters are over the age of 18.

Despite the offer from the guys to stay over and hit the town, Erik and Ben opted to spend some more time on the beach before hitting the road home. They all exchanged names and phone numbers and agreed to meet again sometime. Hugs and handshakes all around. It was nearing 5PM and the gang started to head back to their beach house, leaving the beach to the Ben and Erik. It was still warm, and the sun was still high in the sky. Ben and Erik adjusted their towels to maximize the remaining sun and they laid down side by side.

“That was fun,” Ben said as he reached over and took Erik’s hand.

“Yes it was,” Erik replied.

Eyes closed, they laid quietly for about thirty minutes. This far up, the beach was deserted and they were nestled behind the dunes, not visible to the oceanfront homes. Ben was still lying on his back, the pent up sexual energy was stirring within him. Erik rolled on his side to face Ben. “You look cute,” Erik whispered. Ben’s strings were still hanging out of his suit, laying over the front of him. Erik started to play with the strings with his finger. Ben looked at him and smiled. Ben slid his hand up and between Erik’s legs.

As they laid there, Erik started to rub Ben’s chest, across his nipples, teasing him there. He slid his hand down along Ben’s chest and abs. Ben was firm and tight, his abs solid. Erik watched as Ben started to grow inside the suit, enjoying watching his body respond to the stimulation of touch. He stopped for a few a minute as a young couple passed by, the first they had seen since the guys left. Once past, Erik resumed his exploration. His hand venturing further down Ben’s abdomen, playing with his belly button, then along the top of his swimsuit waist band, again playing with his strings.

“Oh man, Erik, you are driving me wild,” Ben said softly to Erik. Ben’s hand between Erik’s legs was doing the same to Erik, as Ben gently massaged the against the small band of material between Erik’s legs.

“Just enjoy it,” Erik whispered back. Ben was now fully erect in the suit, which was clear by the size of the mountain his suit was forming. Ben was positioned down, so as he grew he was forming a nice round bulge, the outline of his manhood growing more clear against the black nylon material.

Erik slid his hand down and across the mound, gently massaging it and feeling the outline of Ben within his hand. He followed the outline as it wrapped between his legs. He teased the furthest point with his fingers. Ben moaned as he kept growing inside the suit. The bend of his erection as it was held down by the material was making Ben all that much more aroused.

“Holy sh.t,” Ben said. He groaned a bit.

Erik slowed, teasing Ben, letting his anticipation build.

“Oh man, please don’t stop now,” Ben pleaded. Erik felt Ben’s body stiffen a bit as he tried to hold back. Ben felt his juices start to flow inside. That last surge of hardness was entering him, his manhood wanting to rip through the material. Ben took Erik’s hand and placed it on his bulge. “Please,” Ben said.

Erik slowly rubbed Ben’s suit, working his way along all of Ben.

“I can’t stop,” said Ben. Erik felt the first thrust as Ben exploded inside the suit. The wetness of Ben’s action flowing down between his legs. As he exploded, Ben clasped onto Erik’s own anatomy between his legs. He could feel that Ben was also rock hard.

“Dude, sorry about messing up your swimsuit,” Ben said as his body finished its pulsations.

Erik did not respond, he was too into his own situation, enjoying the grip Ben had on him. Erik rolled onto his back, letting Ben’s hand slip free. Erik was positioned up, which gave his bulging suit a different look from Ben’s mound. Erik was solid inside the tight suit, his anatomy clearly outlined as if laid pointing up at his chest, held back by the tightly tied waist. Ben laid next to him, catching his breath, his own body calming down within the wet and sticky suit.

Another cluster of folks ventured by, Erik giving them quite the show, if they looked. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, as if that made it better. Ben snickered at the thought of Ben laying there with a clear boner in his red and white swimsuit. After they went by, Ben rolled over onto his side to face Erik. He took his hand up Erik’s leg.

“Your turn” Ben said to Erik.

“It’s okay,” Erik replied. His body, however, was sending a response clearly different. Erik reached up and adjusted his position to the left, giving himself room to grow. He quickly took advantage of the added space.

Ben glanced up and down the coast, seeing nobody near. He slid his hand up and over Erik, playing with his chest and abs. He rubbed down his middle abdomen and massaged the end of his bulging anatomy. Erik did not think he could get any more hard, but he did.

“Oh wow, “ Erik moaned as he pressed himself into Erik’s hand. “I’ve never been this hard in my life,” he added. Erik was in total ecstasy, enjoying the feeling of his aroused state. As much as he wanted to let go, he suppressed the urge, letting his body continue to respond to the pleasures Ben was giving him. He loved the feeling of being rock hard.

“Dude, you got amazing control,” Ben expressed. Erik moaned in response as he pushed his body into suppression. Minutes went by as Ben continued to stimulate Erik. Finally, Erik decided to let his body do what he so badly needed. Ben gently teased Erik, pressing his fingers along each side of the outline of his manhood, which made Erik shiver with excitement. Erik wanted to explode so bad, his body remained hard and stiff, but he did not yet feel the juices within him flowing.

“Ben, please, help me,” Erik softly whispered. “Oh my, oh my”

Several minutes more passed as Erik tried to reach climax, his body getting more and more aroused, but he was not achieving the goal. Two guys walking the beach were getting too close.

“Roll over,” Ben said. “People coming.”

“Sh.t,” said Erik as he rolled over, feeling his hardness pressed between him and the towel. He bit the towel with excitement. “Oh crap, something’s wrong, I can’t get myself to shoot,” Erik pleaded to Ben. He pressed against his hardness into the sand as the guys went by. As hard as he tried, he was frozen into a state of rock hard erection. His mind pleading internally with his body to bring him to release. Even harder now than ever before, Erik rolled back over. Ben laid his head on Erik’s chest and further massaged the front of him. Erik kept moaning. He pressed hard into Ben’s hand each time he rubbed.

“Oh Ben, please, please” Erik whispered between groans. Ben was not sure what to do. Erik looked so beyond aroused. He slid his hand down and rubbed Erik’s legs and then his abs, then back onto his suit. He felt Erik’s body shaking in excitement and desire. Erik moaned louder as he tried to get himself to explode.

“Ben please, work me,” Erik urged as he became more animated. Finally, Erik stiffened as he started to feel the surge within his balls. “Oh thank goodness” he thought to himself as he could feel himself get that last push of steel erection. He grabbed Ben’s hand and held it on himself, pressing up into it. He worked himself in the hand. Ben found this very arousing, and despite having just finished he started getting hard again, himself.

“Work me Ben,” Erik said quietly. As Ben did, Erik burst through with the first surge, as Ben held him, feeling the pulsation of Erik’s body. The surges kept coming as Erik laid there, his body thrusting with each pulse. Ben now sitting next to him watched as Erik finally achieved release. It was quite erotic.

“Dude, you really had me worried, “ Ben said.

“You? I thought I was never going to let go.” Erik said between sucking in air. The front of his suit was soaked as his body still was letting the last of himself go. “Oh man, that was amazing.”

The two guys rolled onto their stomachs and laid there, watching the surf. Their suits were both soaked, but they did not seem to mind. The warm sun felt good. They took it all in.

“Probably should get going soon” Erik said.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Ben replied.

Patrick and Chris had been sitting up in the dunes, not intentionally watching Ben and Erik, rather enjoying a private moment themselves. They smiled at each other. They were right all along about the two new friends. They would never tell them that they saw the whole thing. It was not long ago they were at the same point. They quietly went back to the house and joined the rest of the guys. Ben and Erik took one more swim in the ocean. This time they got deep enough to shed the suits and give them a good washing, letting the salt water flush them out. They enjoyed the sensation of being in the water naked, suits in hand. Erik and Ben each checked the other out, their anatomy floating in the water. They stayed out there for quite a while. Finally they slipped their fully rinsed and clean suits back on and headed home.

“Quite the day,” they both thought. Quite the day.

Another gerat chapter
 

STS, not sure how you can keep writing these highly erotic but very touching stories. Wonderful. Keep up the great work.

You really should look into getting all these published. They're great! :)

Very hot and erotic, as well as sentimental. Love that Erik and Ben finally brought each other to a needed release.
Now, the older guys - wasn't Joe the name of the man from your earlier story who had a crush on the young swimmer and took him to stay with him at the beach condo?

Swimmboy found the cameo....
 

Swimmboy, you are right on top of this. Yes, Joe and Bill comes from the story of Zach and me. You might recall that by the time Joe and I met Bill was no longer around and Joe had not been to the condo in quite some time. I thought I'd weave them into my work on Erik and Ben. I know Joe would love that I did. I hope that Bill does not mind. Stay tuned, I may weave some more past characters into this story. This time it is all total fiction (well, some of the circumstances may not be...). Thanks for being such a supportive reader.

Ch 7: Shopping
 

Erik’s weekly visit to the Cranmore’s lawn came around again. He was wearing a green pair of Frank Shorter brand nylon running shorts over the black and gold swimsuit. It was a hot day, full sun. His shorts were soaked in sweat from the previous lawns. He was so looking forward to jumping in the pool. As he pulled in he saw Mrs. C’s Ford Pinto wagon in the driveway. He unloaded the lawnmower, toweled the sweat off his chest and grabbed the gas can. As he filled the mower with gas he heard Mrs. C open the front door.

“Erik, sweetie, it is way too hot to work,” she said as she walked out.

“I know Mrs. C.,” Erik replied. “I will sure need to jump in that pool today. How was Maine?”

“Way more pleasant than here,” she replied. “We were thinking we should take Dylan and you back up there this year…… that is if you want.”

“We’d love that.” Erik replied excitedly. “It is so cool up there.”

“Let me get you some lemonade before you start,” she replied as she rushed back to the house.

“I wish all my customers were as nice as her,” Erik thought.

Filled on lemonade and cookies, Erik spent the next couple hours mowing the grass and trimming. He finished up, saturated in fresh sweat. Mrs. C. was sitting on the back porch reading a book in the shade.

“Mind if I hose off and jump in,” Erik asked politely.

“Of course you can, sweetie.” Mrs. C. replied. “You don’t need to ask.”

Erik grabbed the hose and soaked himself with water. He stripped out of the shorts, leaving them poolside and jumped in. He swam a round for a bit, then came up to the wall. The cool water felt so awesome.

“I always save this as my last lawn of the day,” Erik said to Mrs. C.

“I see you wore a swimsuit, too.” She replied. “Good idea.”

Erik climbed out of the pool. While he was swimming she had put a towel on the chair next to the pool. Erik grabbed the towel and dried off. “Thanks,” he said. She smiled back at him

“Any time, Erik. I like your swimsuit. Is it new?” Mrs. C replied “You and your brother are such handsome young men.”

“Thanks, yeah I got this swimsuit last week.” Erik replied.

“You will catch the girls’ attention that is for sure.” She replied. “Sit, have some lemonade and let me get more cookies.”

Erik and she had a nice conversation about school, college coming up, and girls. Erik said he was not much into girls yet, which she assured him would change when the right one came along.

“Maybe,” Erik replied.

Once he was all dry and the lemonade gone, he grabbed his shorts. Mrs. C. gave him a big hug. “Come by anytime,” she offered. “Bring a friend or Dylan. I like it when you boys are over.” Erik never put the shorts back on. He tossed them over the passenger seat and got in. He headed over to see if Ben was home. He rubbed himself as he drove. The excitement of some time with Ben was already making Erik’s body respond.


“You got my suit on,” teased Ben when he saw Erik.

“Yeah, wore it just for you,” Erik replied with a coy smile.

“Seriously, we need to go swimsuit shopping,” Ben replied as he grabbed Erik and gave him a hug. Ben was in jeans with no shirt on. Ben pushed in close so the front of his jeans rubbed against Erik. “But first, I want to enjoy this.”

The two held themselves together for quite a while. They had not kissed yet, but it was certainly getting close. Ben felt himself starting to fill out the jeans, and he could feel Erik was doing the same in the swimsuit. Ben looked amazing in jeans, with his tight abs, thin waist and broad, muscular shoulders. His jeans fit him well, not overly tight, but enough to show a nice bump in front, which right now was more like he had a grapefruit stuck in them. Finally, they broke away from their grasp.

“We can do this later,” Ben said. “Right now we got shopping to do.”

“Hey, you got some shorts I can wear,” Erik asked. “I only have the ones I worked in, and they are all soaked with sweat.”

“Sure dude,” Ben replied. He tossed Erik a pair of Op shorts. They were aqua blue in color, wide corduroy, with about a two inch inseam, if that. They were the rage back in the day. Erik slipped them on over his suit. The short inseam showed off his legs and the color brought out the blue in Erik’s eyes.

“You got a shirt,” Erik asked.

“Man, do I need to dress you all up?” Ben replied as he tossed him a yellow pullover.

“You can if you want,” Erik stood there with a come get me look on his face. “Not sure we’d stay dressed, though.”

“Come on, sex machine,” Ben teased him, as they headed out the door. Ben patted Erik’s butt as they went down the steps. They were a contrast of fashion, Erik in the tight and short Op shorts and Ben in his Levi 501 button fly jeans and purple polo shirt.

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The landed on a small sporting goods store that Ben had found in the yellow pages. It said it specialized in swimming and water polo and carried “competitive swimwear for men and ladies.” The ad also said “Swim Team Outfitter.” They were sure this was the right choice. They found street parking right out front as the store was on a busy downtown street. As quick as they jumped out, they knew they had made a perfect pick, as a display in the window showed a whole array of men’s swimsuits and a nice collection of ladies.

“High five, dude” Erik said as they walked to the door. They met each other’s palms high in the air. They stopped and looked in the window. They both eyed a red white and blue stars and stripes suit. It was part of the Mark Spitz collection. “Gotta have that one,” Erik affirmed as they exchanged another set of high fives.

A little buzzer rang as they entered, triggered by the door mat. An older guy, thin and fit as ever popped out of the back room. The shop was small, probably not bigger than a couple hundred square feet. Posters going back to the 60’s hung on the wall with pictures of every great swimmer of the day. Greg Louganis was prominently on display, the hottest diver to hit US diving in quite some time. He was all the rage at the recent Olympic Games. The mark Spitz legend was also alive and well, as was the famous poster of him in the very stars and stripes suit the guys had just seen.

“What are you men looking for?” asked the very polite shop owner.

“We want to look at swimsuits.” Ben replied affirmatively.

He led them to a whole wall of guys stuff. It was sorted first by size, then by brand and finally by style. A table of clearance swimsuits was also set up; those suits were just $6. The new styles were $9. Erik had $30 to burn. Ben had $35 in his jeans pocket.

“Dude, this one is really cool,” Ben showed a solid white lycra blend Speedo to Eric. It had a half in wide red and a half in wide yellow stripe that ran along the top, all the way around it.

“That has been really popular with the guys this year,” the owner offered. “Just beware that once it starts to wear that white can get pretty showing,” he added. Exactly what the guys needed to hear.

There were not fitting rooms, so they both relied on the sizes they had worn before. They ended up with a stars and stripes suit each, the white Speedo suits, and they grabbed matching Arena suits off the clearance table. Ben also grabbed a cool lycra print made by Speedo. In a flash, Erik’s collection had grown to six, Ben was at four. They wanted to buy more, but they ran out of money. The owner even gave them a swim team discount.

“I can’t wait to try these on,” Ben said excitedly as they left the store. He was already pulling them out of the bag. The suits were packed in little boxes. He pulled them each out of the boxes as they walked to the car. “I really like this one,” he said holding up the stars and stripes print.

“Me too,” Erik replied.

“Have you ever thought about trying swimming?” Ben asked.

“Yeah, but I really suck at it,” Erik replied.

“Yes, but you’d be cute trying,” Ben answered. “I’d save you”

They raced back to Ben’s house, intent on trying on the new goods and showing each other how they looked.


To be continued....

Another great chapter. I wonder what might sort of 'pop up' when these two jocks start slipping into and out of their skimpy new swimsuits???

Part 8: The Modeling Session
 

“Sweet,” said Erik as Ben modeled the stars and stripes Speedo suit. Ben looked astounding in it, his muscled legs on full display as he stood directly in front of Erik, supporting his tight abs, strong upper body and an incredible sculptured manhood package. “You look… I can’t even describe how amazing.”

Erik had already modeled the Arena brand suit, its red and blue stripes giving contrast against the black nylon material. The fit was tighter than the Speedo suits. Ben also noticed that the sides were narrower, showing much more leg and causing a more revealing leg cut in the front. As Erik admired how Ben looked in his Stars and Striped suit, the fit of his own Arena suit got even more tight.

“Turn around and let me see the back,” asked Erik. Ben swirled around swinging his hips as he did. The suit fit him well, and the back side showed the tight muscles of his upper legs as they stretched down to his knees.

“Good?” asked Ben.

“Oh yeah,” replied Erik.

They each worked their way through the rest of their treasure trove of new suits. Each new suit and each display making the two of them more and more aroused. They ended up together wearing the white Speedo suits. The lycra material intensely displaying them both in nearly full arousal.

“Dude, you look hot as fire,” Ben told Eric as they both stood in the white suits. “These are going to look so amazing at the beach.”

“It sure does show you off,” replied Erik. “I like it.”

“Hey, let’s get them wet and see what they look like.” Ben proposed.

The two guys each stood in the shower until their suits were soaked. The wet material clinged even more tightly t their anatomy. They both then stood side by side in front of the bathroom mirror, the wet suits clinging to them. The white material ever so slightly showed a bit of transparency where the suit hugged their anatomy, but in the light of the bathroom neither of them noticed. Or, maybe they did but neither admitted it.

“Awesome,” Erik said as they stood looking. Erik admired the way the suit accentuated Ben’s anatomy, making him look masculine and erotic at the same time. Erik’s body quickly responded.

Ben took his arm and slid it around the back of Erik’s waist and pulled in close. Their sides were touching. They turned and faced and embraced, feeling each other against themselves. They pressed in close, and both felt themselves respond. As they released themselves from the embrace, they turned to face the mirror, their suits now tightly packed.

“Yeah, pretty much says it,” Ben said as they took in themselves. They looked sensuously at each other, each touch making them more stimulated, as was reflected by the white, wet, clinging material. They embraced again and ventured back to Ben’s room. Their hands exploring the feel of each other, they collapsed onto the floor, quickly intertwined, and very much past the point of just modeling.

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Erik laid in bed reading a novel. It was late and he wanted some alone time. He was charged up from the modeling session with Ben. Instead of his usual shorts, he had slipped on the navy blue and yellow Speedo. He was on top of his bed, reading, clad in just the swimsuit, no shirt. His hair was jostled, just as it was when he left Ben’s house. His urges had been stirred. As he read, he enjoyed the feeling of his nearly erect manhood pressing into the mattress and rubbing against the lycra material. Ben and he did not do anything earlier beyond intense arousal, so the modeling session had left Erik extremely stimulated, Ben was likely feeling the same.

Erik slid his hand down and felt himself, the tightly wrapped bulge, the stretchy material of the suit. He thought about rolling over and engaging himself, but he held back. Instead, he just lightly explored the bulge of his suit, which allowed him to maintain his erotic state. His book remained locked on page 189 for the past several minutes. A knock at the door broke his concentration, followed by the door opening. Dylan bounded into the room. Dylan had on a pair of basketball shorts and a Boston Red Sox T Shirt, his favorite team.


“Hey bro,” Dylan announced as he entered. Erik froze in place as Dylan looked over at him. “Whatcha doing?”

“Oh, just reading,” Erik stammered the words out. He was blush red, caught laying there in just a swimsuit, and trapped on his stomach by his intense erection.

“Man you like wearing Speedos, now,” Dylan replied. “Am I interrupting you?”

“No, it’s cool” Erik answered, staying on his stomach, not wanting to show his aroused state, which was not quickly fading. He felt a small bead of wetness release from himself inside the suit.

“So, what is your deal with the Speedos?” Dylan asked.

“Nothing,” Erik answered. “It was just the closest thing I could find, and I was hot. Plus they are really comfortable.”

“It’s cool, Erik” Dylan replied.

“Oh, yeah,” Ben replied. “We’re invited back up to Maine this year. Mrs. C. told me when I mowed her lawn today. Both of us. Whatcha think?”

“Freaking cool, man. I’d love to go back. I think it will be such a blast, I really love being up there.” Dylan answered.

“Yeah, me too.” Erik replied, finally rolling over and sitting up. Erik sat with his elbows n his knees, bent slightly. He was still somewhat aroused, but he had calmed down from where he was when Dylan entered. A tiny wet spot soaked through the front of his suit, a direct result of his earlier excitement. He hoped Dylan did not notice.

“When are we going to do this?” Dylan asked.

“I guess we got to figure that out,” Erik replied.

“So, Erik, let me see this new suit,” Dylan switched back to the Speedo conversation. “Stand up.”

Erik glanced down at himself. Slowly he stood up.

“Dude that suit shows everything you got. Man you better not wear that around girls, you’ll show them a boner for sure.” Dylan observed.

“Isn’t that the idea,” Erik replied with a smirk.

Dylan laughed, “Okay man, if you say so, but if it happens you aren’t going to be able to hide it.” With that he flopped down in a bean bag chair. “Thought maybe we could catch some TV, if you want.”

Erik slipped on a T-Shirt and tackled the bag chair next to Dylan’s. They found some old re-runs of Gilligan’s Island and settled into some television. Dylan glanced over at Erik sitting in the bean bag chair in his swimsuit and smiled. His curiosity about what Dylan found so cool about the swimsuits was capturing his thoughts. The wet spot also had not been missed by Dylan.

“Hey, you mind if I ask if Ben can come up with us?” Erik asked.

“Not at all, he’s cool” Dylan answered.

Erik smiled. “Thanks.” It was going to be a really fun trip.

“Maybe I’ll get a Speedo, too” Dylan said back. “I can’t be the only guy in shorts.”

“Just don’t get a boner,” Erik teased him back.

To be continued....

Glad to see another fun chapter of our favorite guys in their Speedos!

Chapter 9: Flying
 

“We’ll make a pit stop in Bangor, Mr. C said as the plane winged across Mid Coast Maine. It was a six seat Cessna single engine. Ben had never flown in a small plane and was a little freaked out earlier as they took off out of the county airfield in Virginia. He grabbed Erik’s hand as the plane rumbled down the runway and lifted off, bouncing a bit in the gusty headwind. The few quick drops on the ascent about made him jump out of his skin.

“We’re fine” Mr. C. said to the gang, noticing Ben’s anxiety. “These smaller planes feel the weather more than the big jets, but it’s nothing to be worried about. Once we get up and level, it should be calmer.” As he said that, a crosswind grabbed the left wing and pushed the plane sideways. A quick opposing flap adjustment leveled them back out.

“I think I just pee'd my pants” Ben said. He wasn’t exactly kidding, but it was only a few drops.

“Dude, relax,” Erik answered. Dylan was behind them in the third seat laughing.

“It will be fine,” Mrs. C said gently as they continued to climb up. “It took me a while to get used to it, too” she consoled Ben.

Ben was wearing red shorts and a cross country T-shirt. The shorts were really short, with about a one inch inseam. Inside them he had on a new print swimsuit he picked up just two days prior, Erik had not even seen it. His hair was jostled by his hand rubbing through it in nervousness. Erik could feel him shaking from the nerves as the plane continued to ascend. Erik was wearing a pair of swim shorts, cut like the really short basketball shorts of the day. Erik had cut out the net liner and wore a solid red Speedo under. He had on a T short from a recent 10k race he had run. Dylan had on jeans and a polo. The plane banked as Mr. C pointed it toward the northeast. Ben grabbed Erik’s arm.

“Hey, we’re close to our house,” Dylan announced.

“Want to do a fly over?” Mr. C asked.

“Cool,” Dylan replied. With that the plane banked back to the west and slowed as Mr. C leveled it at 2000 feet. Ben calmed as he became engrossed in picking out the sights. The plane descended to 1500 feet so they could get a closer look.

“I see my house,” Ben announced.

As the tour of the neighborhood closed out, the engine accelerated in power as the plane began to climb again. They would level out at 7500 feet as they made their way toward Maine. The air became much calmer, a few bumps along the way, but nothing like the gusty takeoff. They passed to the east of Washington, DC, picking up some traffic heading in and out of National Airport followed by more traffic as they went east of Baltimore, out over the Eastern Shore of Maryland and Delaware. Ben and Erik watched as they flew over New York City, getting a good view of the World Trade Center and Empire State Building. Ben was much more relaxed and wasn’t even bothered when the plane would bounce a little from light turbulence. After a brief stop in Nashua, NH to refuel and take a break they were now above Freeport, Maine.

A hour or so later, they were crossing over Bar Harbor, Maine, descending to Bangor. All of them ready for the break. Ben had never been this far north. He was in awe of the Maine coastline. The plane started to bounce as it picked up the coastal breeze.

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Loaded with lunch, groceries and Dylan now in shorts, the jeans were just too warm, the plane ascended back into the sky. Ben was a pro, now. The bumps and gusts didn’t even make him flinch. They crossed over the University of Maine as they followed I95 north. A slight detour near Patten, Maine as Mr. C took them west to get a closer view of Mount Katahdin.

“Awesome,” Ben exclaimed as they flew along the Eastern side of Maine’s most famous landmark, other than lighthouses. They quickly passed over Ashland and Portage and began their decent. To the west was the wide open land of the North Maine Woods, beyond it Canada. They passed above several lakes, cleared the top of Hedgehog Mountain.

“Wait til we land on the water,” Erik said to Ben. “It’s really cool.”

“Yeah,” added Dylan with excitement. “The plane stops pretty fast and then it just bounces in the waves. Then we swim to shore.”

“Really?” Ben asked.

“Yup, hope you got your Speedo on,” Dylan added.

The Cranmore’s smiled as the boys teased each other.

The plane came down between two hills and hard banked west as the lake opened up in front of them. It was an amazing view, the crystal clear blue water. The wind out of the west pushed back at the plane as it dropped quickly toward the water.

“Quite a bit of chop,” Mr. C said as they neared the water. “It’s gonna be rough.”

He pulled back on the yoke as the plane slowed, keeping the nose up so the floats would hit rear first. The first splash came, startling the boys, as the floats hit the tops of the waves. The plane bucked as it hit, skating across the water. Mr. C. dropped the nose. As Dylan had promised, the plane quickly slowed, pushing them all forward in their seats. They finally stopped a little ways down the lake.

“I love that!” Erik exclaimed.

“That was cool,” Ben added. “When do we have to swim?” he asked, reaching to unzip his shorts and shed to his swimsuit.

“Oh, they were just joshing,” Mrs. C. replied.

“But, if you want to get in the water, we can stop once we get to shallow water and you boys can jump in.” Mr. C offered.

“Cool,” Ben replied and with that he yanked off his shorts revealing his new print swimsuit. Erik’s eyes about popped out of his head. He smiled at Ben with an alluring look. Dylan looked over at the two of them with a knowing look. He had suspected that there was more to their relationship. He was fine with whatever made Erik happy.

The plane made its way toward the Cranmore’s lake home. Because of the winds, the landing put them quite a distance up the lake. The plane bobbed as it made the U-turn and headed back towards the East, While they moved along, Erik also slipped off his swim shorts revealing his fire engine red Speedo. He was a little large in it, his bulge showing his interest level in Ben. Finally the plane slowed as it neared an impressive log home with a long dock. A Pontoon boat and speed boat sat up on boat lifts, waiting to be lowered into the water for a cruise on the large lake. Two wave runners also sat against the dock, screaming “ride me” to the young men in the plane.

“Okay, guys,” Mr. C announced as the plane stopped a few hundred feet from shore. “It’s probably six feet deep here, but it will get shallow fast.”

Ben jumped in first, the strongest of the three guys in the water. Erik followed and the two swam toward the dock until they could stand up. It wasn’t far, but for Erik it seemed like a mile. Dylan jumped in last, in a tight fitting pair of gym shorts. As he dove in, his shorts pulled down on him. He swam over to the other two, pulling his shorts back up as he stopped.

“You never showed me that suit,” Erik said to Ben as he stood up. Erik’s eyes wandered down Ben’s body to check all of him out.

“Ah, Dude…. Red?” Ben responded. They both smirked. Erik blushed, which made his complexion match his suit.

“This is going to be a fun week,” Erik replied.

“Dude, you need a Speedo, too” Ben said to Dylan.

“Yeah, probably,” Dylan replied back.

The three guys walked over to the dock and climbed up. The plane was now tied up. They each grabbed luggage and carried it to the house. As they unloaded the last of the groceries, Mr. C proclaimed it was time to jump in the lake and then maybe a boat ride. It was midafternoon, so they had plenty of time left.

“Cool, Mr. C” said Erik.

“Hey guys, you can just call me Jack, and my wife is Mary Beth, no more formal stuff.” Jack instructed. “Now let me go change,”

As the guys sat on the side of the dock, feet in the water, Jack and Mary Beth came back out of the house. She had not changed, but Jack had a towel around his waist. On the dock he stripped the towel and threw it over the side of the Pontoon boat.

“Cool,” thought Erik as Jack revealed a red and gold print Arena suit. He was really fit, with a tight abdomen and well defined arms.

“Awesome swimsuit,” said Ben.

Jack smiled. “You guys, too,” he said, just before diving off the end of the dock and swimming out into the lake. He was a really good swimmer.

“Now you really have to get a Speedo,” Ben said to Dylan, emphasizing the really part. They watched as Jack swam out of sight along the shore of the lake.

“He’ll be gone for a while,” Mary Beth said. “He loves to swim up here. He’ll probably never take that swimsuit off until we leave,”

To be continued...

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

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

Ch 10: Jack's swim
 

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

“Not really,” Erik replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wow, you’re up early,” Jack said.

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

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

“Isn’t that water cold?” Erik asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Another fine chapter
 

STS, I do love your stories. Please continue.

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

ch 11: Waking Ben up
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That was close,” Ben said.

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

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

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

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

“Maybe later,” Erik replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wonderful
 

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

Chapter 12: Breathing
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kind of the idea,” Ben replied.

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

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

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

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Ch 12 continued....
 

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

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

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

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

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

“Watch how well they dive,” Ben said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love it, Love it, Love it
 

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