[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Greg was so excited as he left the pool. Monique was coming to visit for the next two days. She was entering her senior year also, the two had dated exclusively since they were sophomores. She was not a swimmer, in fact she was not even into sports, more of an arts girl who loved music and dance. She was petite, light brown hair with matching brown eyes and a smile that made Greg turn to mush. It had been a month since they had seen each other, but thanks to Facetime and Skype they at least got to do the next best thing. They planned to spend the day at a nearby beach, just the two of them, catching up on everything they had missed. Despite the time they had been together, they never pushed themselves on the sex front. Monique wanted to stay pure until marriage and Greg respected her values, despite his male urges and raging hormones.

“Oh no you don’t,” Monique said as they got out of the car at the beach. “No board shorts, cutie. I don’t date a swimmer not to get to see you in something more fun at the beach.”

“But I’ll be the only guy not in boardies,” Greg replied, blushing at the thought that was really crossing his mind. He was fine in a brief swimsuit at the swim team and at meets, even in Monique’s back yard alone, but he had never worn a swim team suit at the beach. Some things a guy just didn’t do.

“Yeah, you’re point silly?” Monique asked. “You are also going to be the only cute guy on the beach and I want to see your sexy legs.” She gave Greg that smile, which he could not resist. Truth is, that wasn’t all she wanted to see.

“Okay,” he replied reluctantly. He reached in his swim bag and pulled out a handful of swimsuits. “Any preference?” he asked. “Makes no difference to me,”

Monique looked at each of the three suits he grabbed. She picked a Nike suit that was blue print that looked like water, with sort of a metallic look weaved in. “This looks cute,” she said. “But, I got surprise for you,” With that, Monique pulled out of her bag a pair of red print Speedo Cyber Swirl Speedo briefs, size 28, and tossed them to Greg.

Greg held them up. “I love these,” he was all smiles. Monique knew how much Greg loved getting new swimsuits. Everyday, he’d send her selfies of him in his swimsuit of the day, especially when he was wearing a new one.

“Put them on, cutie… let me see what they look like,” Monique asked excitedly. She had never bought a guy’s Speedo swimsuit, but for her first try she has done well.

Greg opened the car door and then wrapped a towel around his waist. He slid off the boardies and slipped on the Nike underneath the towel. Once he had it pulled up, he tossed the towel in the car and then did the final adjustments to the suit, finally tying up the strings. While he was doing that, Monique has shed her shorts and Tank Top and was wearing the cutest, tiniest red string tied bikini. Now he knew why she picked out red for his suit. They matched perfectly. She had bought both special for the trip. For a girl that wanted to stay pure until marriage, she sure knew a way to drive Greg wild in some of her cute outfits. Greg knew that most of this day would be spent on his stomach or in the cold water. Swim briefs gave him few options with Monique looking so hot.

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“Coach says a couple colleges are coming to see me at the meet next week,” Greg said as the two walked along the surf, holding hands. Greg was strutting proud as a peacock with his love’s hand wrapped in his. The whole swim suit worries turned out to be nothing to be concerned about. Anytime he felt the urge, he’d jump in the water. He was in the water quite frequently.

“That’s great,” she said.

“Yeah, they are all D1 programs, so that is really great,” Greg added. “All schools I have sent video to, also, so they know I am interested.” Monique and Greg agreed that if at all possible they would go to the same school.

“Oh yeah, and I am coaching this younger guy to swim,” Greg added, spilling all the news of the last month as fast as snow falling in a blizzard. “He comes to the pool every day and swims for hours. He is not really good, but he really wants to learn. Nice kid, a bit shy, but if I had a little brother, this kid would be him.” Greg filled her in on the whole Jimmy story.

“You really like him,” Monique said.

“Yeah, it’s weird. I don’t know his story, but he seems like he doesn’t have much. He wears the same blue swim shorts every day. Never a different pair. He rides a ratty old bike. I kind of wonder…” Greg trailed off.

“Maybe you should give him a couple of your swimsuits,” Monique suggested. “I mean you have like a zillion of them. I’ve seen your drawer.”

“I don’t think he’d wear a suit like this,” Greg said pointing at himself. “I mean they are pretty tiny, most guys would never wear these.”

“Yeah, but if he swims as much as you say, I bet he’d like to have a real swimsuit. You always say how good they are for swimming.” Monique answered. “Plus, look at how cute you look.” she grabbed him and they stood in the surf and gave each other a big long hug.

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By the end of the next week, Jimmy was doing really well with the flip turns, not ready to join a swim team, but the progress was impressive. He had added all the drills into his workout, and really needed more than the two hours of lap swimming, so he added even more second swims, now doing two a days four days each week. It was another cold and rainy day when Jimmy headed out for the pool. His blue swim shorts were still damp from the night before when he slipped them on. After all the swimming he had been doing in the chlorinated water, the suit was really starting to show the effects. Threading in the waist was fraying, the color was getting lighter, and with Jimmy’s tightening abdomen, the swimsuit was starting to feel too big. Jimmy tied up the strings, pulled on a white T-shirt and headed out to his bike.

“Looks like it might be just you again,” said Molly as Jimmy entered, soaked from the wet ride. Jimmy flashed his swim pass and entered the pool area. The swim team was just wrapping up, the coach was really giving it to three guys on the team, including Greg. Not mean, but Jimmy knew he meant business. Jimmy gave Greg a quick wave, Greg nodded back, hardly taking his eyes off the coach. Jimmy grabbed his equipment from the bins and headed over to his usual second lane. The rain had let up, but the dark clouds loomed, more was sure to fall. Jimmy jumped in and stood, adjusting his goggles. He watched as the swim team gathered in the picnic area for a meeting. Jimmy wondered what they were talking about as he pushed off for his first set of laps.

All of the guys wearing solid green custom suits made by Agon with the swim team logo sewn into the left side. The suits were small cut, with really narrow sides, probably not more than an inch and a half. The girls had matching one piece suits with the logo just above their right hip. Jimmy noticed the swimsuits right off, especially that they were even smaller and clung tighter on the guys than the other suits he had seen them in. Jimmy wondered to himself what it must me like to wear swimsuit like that. Jimmy was actually jealous and was starting to hate his blue shorts.

“Hey, Greg, looks like your little brother is here again,“ said one of the guys on the team as they all started heading for the locker room. The teen girls enjoyed the show, as they always did.

“Yeah, he swims just like Greg,” added another.

“He’s a good kid,” Greg replied cutting them off. Greg stopped and watched Jimmy do his flip turn at the far end of the pool. Greg smiled at how good Jimmy was doing.

“Go get him, coach,” one of the guys mocked as Greg stepped toward Jimmy’s lane.

Jimmy stopped when he saw Greg’s tall body standing at the end of the lane. “Hi Greg,” Jimmy opened the conversation. “I’ve been trying all the stuff you told me,” Jimmy added.

“I see that, your turns look really good.” Greg gave Jimmy a high five.

Greg gave Jimmy some pointers on his flip turns and did a few demos for Jimmy so he could see what he meant. He made Jimmy try each new thing several times. The biggest issue was that Jimmy wasn’t really pushing hard off the wall. When Jimmy did push hard, his shorts would almost slide off his hips, despite the tied string.

“I think your swimsuit is too loose,” Greg said to Jimmy. “Might be time a for a new swimsuit, one made more for swimming.”

“What do you mean?” Jimmy asked. “Made more for swimming?”

“Something more like what I am wearing,” Greg replied.

“I’m not sure,” Jimmy replied. “How much do they cost?”

Greg assumed Jimmy’s reaction was more about the tiny and tight fit, while for Jimmy it was really about the money. “I know they are tiny, and some guys don’t like that, but they are really the best thing for swimmers,” Greg explained. “I think you can get one for like $25 at the sports store in town.” Greg added, a little light on the price.

“Well, maybe,“ Jimmy answered, knowing there was no way he could get $25 to buy a swimsuit. Even if he did, he’d never get his mom to buy him something that small and tight for him ro go swimming in. “I really like your team swimsuits,” Jimmy added, not sharing any of his real concerns.

“Maybe we can figure something out,” Greg responded.