[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Jimmy laid in the sun with Abby in her backyard and told her all the details of the swim meet. Jimmy had rode to her house after his swim workout, wearing his swimsuit and a short sleeve T-shirt. Abby had on a one piece swimsuit, a Nike brand suit that tightly outlined her body. She was quite attractive. They were laying out on a big blanked next to the backyard pool, holding hands. As Jimmy talked, he was becoming more and more wound up with excitement. He described in great detail every race. He even told her about his own swim in the pool after the first day of the meet.

“What swimsuit did you wear?” Abby asked as her eyes looked at his mid-section and the tight fitting suit he was wearing. She loved how he looked.

“The one I have on now,” Jimmy replied, pointing to his swirl blue print Speedo swimsuit.

“I like your swimsuits,” Abby replied. “I bet Greg looked hot in his swimsuit, too” she added.

“Yeah, he’s a really great swimmer,” Jimmy replied.

Jimmy had little experience with girls, so when she leaned over and kissed him, it took him by surprise. Her hands explored his chest as she kissed him again. He felt himself quickly responding to her. The two spent several minutes kissing and rubbing each other, until Jimmy had to roll over on his stomach, his swimsuit clinging tightly to his stimulated male anatomy. Abby rubbed his back as Jimmy laid on his stomach.

“You’re cute,” She whispered, her hands exploring down his back and across the back side of his swimsuit. Jimmy had never had this experience before, being aroused in front of and by a girl, especially not in such a tight and tiny swimsuit.

Jimmy stayed on his stomach for several minutes, enjoying the attention, but also contemplating his options. He was young and experiencing new feelings and new urges. His swimsuit was now very tight, an he knew it would show everything. Not sure what to do, he mustered the courage to change the situation. “Let’s go in the pool,” he finally suggested as he rolled back over and quickly stood. His suit was bulging prominently as he stood, Abby taking notice. He covered himself as much as he could with his hands and did three quick leaps to the pool, jumping in the water. Abby followed. They never went any further with their intimate activity, the cool water easing Jimmy’s situation.

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It was the final day of Summer swimming for Greg. It was a short practice, mostly to let the team have fun, wind down and say their goodbyes. Greg and the other guys on the team smiled at the cadre of girls lining the pool fence, checking the guys out in their tiny swimsuits. They even gave them a little show, a line dance of sorts, somewhat along the line of the Rockettes. Twelve handsome, swimsuit clad guys moving left and right with a kick at each end. It wasn’t really clear who liked it more, the girls or the guys. Everyone seemed to enjoy it.

Jimmy rode his bike to the pool, sadness in his heart as he thought about the reality that this was the end of Greg’s coaching. He got to the pool just in time to watch the last fifteen minutes of the swim team playing inner tube water polo. Jimmy stood along the bleachers and watched as the team went at each other, guys versus girls. Greg played goalie at the far end. Jimmy smiled when he saw Greg. Greg gave Jimmy an air high five. The guys goal was in the deep end, which meant Greg had to tread water the whole time.

At noon, coach blew the whistle and motioned the team in. The swimmers all climbed out of the pool and stood in the warm sunshine. It was a perfect New England (USA) day, a few puffy clouds scattered across a mostly blue sky, a warm sun and temperatures in the upper 70’s. A gentle breeze blew out of the west. Jimmy watched as Greg walked over to the pavilion where the coach gathered the team. All the swimmers huddled close in. Some of the guys and girls who had started romances stood holding hands. Greg stood alone, next to two other guys. Jimmy knew this was his last time watching this. It was sad, very sad.

Jimmy had worn the very first swimsuit Greg ever gave him. As it was turning out, Jimmy was a very nostalgic young man. He actually took time to think about things like what a swimsuit meant to him. He hoped Greg would notice. Jimmy walked slowly to his usual lane two, placed his drill gear at the top of the lane, along with his refilled water bottle. He jumped in, assembled his stuff in the order he would use it, placed a plastic bag flat on the top of his kickboard, inside a sheet outlined his workout. He listed as the coach talked to the team. Finally, Jimmy pushed off the all. Today he would go long before he got into the drills. Just two weeks left before school started and swim team tryouts were shortly after that.

It wasn't Jimmy’s best swim. Too much on his mind. He had so much he wanted to talk to Greg about. There was swimming, of course, but he also had questions about the whole thing with Abby. Jimmy wondered if Greg would want to stop by, or was he just ready to move on. As Jimmy swam his laps, he watched as the team finished up the huddle and broke off to their respective lockers. There were lots of hugs. Jimmy kept swimming, trying to take his mind off all the distractions. “Focus on swimming,” Jimmy told himself.

Greg walked past the top of the lane and into the locker. Not a stop, not even a wave.