[SwimTeamSpeedo]

It was the last weekend before the start of school and swim team try outs were the first week. Jimmy finished up his Friday workout and then planned to spend the afternoon with Abby. This time, Abby was coming to Jimmy’s house, which was a big deal. Abby had never been to the farm, all their past meetings at her house. Jimmy was feeling a bit anxious about it, her house was so nice and new, a manicured lawn and the pool. Jimmy really worried she would find the farm to be such a different world. What he did not know was that Abby had already scoped it out, getting her big sister to driver her by the house. Sure, it was different, but that was the good part in her mind. Jimmy was a genuine farm kid, Abby thought that was really cool.

Jimmy raced home on his bicycle after his swim workout, all his gear in his backpack, strapped over his bare chest. As usual, he wore his swimsuit, this time a the red print Speedo that he really liked so much. Sadly, the colors were starting to fade, the result of so much pool swimming in the chlorine. The suit still looked hot, though, and Jimmy wanted to look good for Abby. It was one of her favorite swimsuits on him. As soon as he got home, he showered wearing his swimsuit, making sure the sweat got rinsed out. He then stood in front of he mirror in his now clean, but wet swimsuit, brushing his hair and making sure he looked perfect.

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“So, this is it,” Jimmy said as Abby got out of the car. Her sister was dropping her off. Jimmy wore shorts over his swimsuit, the board shorts Greg lent him, a green polo shirt, and a spray of his dad’s cologne. He looked handsome. Abby had on a floral print bikini top, really short cotton shorts, covering up the very skimpy bikini bottom. As her sister pulled away, Abby gave Jimmy a hug, then the two held hands as Jimmy led her toward the house.

“This is really cool,” Abby said as she held Jimmy’s hand. “Show me the farm,” she added with authentic interest.

After the tour of the barns and letting Abby climb on the tractor, Jimmy had a suggestion “It is really peaceful in down by the pond, you can I can go lay in the sun and watch the geese on the pond.”

“That sounds great,” Abby said. “I wore my swimsuit hoping we could do something like that,” Abby added.

Jimmy took her into the house and showed her around. Compared to Abby’s home, this one as far more basic, a little dated and reflected the modest means of Jimmy’s family. Still, it had a certain country charm to it, a flashback to a simpler time. “Let me get us some towels and a blanket,” Jimmy said as he left Abby in the kitchen.

“And put on your swimsuit,” Abby requested. “A cute one…” she trailed off.

“Which one,” Jimmy replied.

“Not sure,” Abby answered. “Show me.”

Jimmy pulled from his bedroom his entire swimsuit collection, all ten and laid them out on the kitchen table. “Take you pick.” Jimmy offered.

“Can you model them?” Abby asked.

Jimmy agreed to show her them on, so he slipped into the small bathroom and changed into each one, modeling them for Abby one by one. By the time he got to the fourth, he was starting to have trouble getting himself into the suits. Abby noticed that Jimmy’s bulge was looking bigger and bigger each time. She would make him show her all sides, she even would hold his hips as she studied the suits. All the while, Jimmy was getting more and more responsive. Jimmy had trouble making it through all ten, he was getting far too excited. Abby loved the show.

Abby settled on a gold and orange print swimsuit from Nike that she really liked on Jimmy. It fit him tight, and it had a seam that ran up the backside, making his butt look sensational. The swimsuit accentuated everything she liked about him from and anatomical standpoint. The narrow sides showed off his legs, the low cut showed off all of his cute abdomen. In short, he was sizzling hot.

Jimmy gave Abby a ride out to the pond, which was at the far end of the four hundred acre farm. They rode a small tractor, Abby riding in a wagon behind. Jimmy laid out a blanket on the trailer bed, an attempt to make the ride more comfortable. Along with Abby, the trailer carried a small cooler with soda, lemonade, and a couple of sandwiches Jimmy made up for the two of them.

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“Hey Jimmy, what are you doing Saturday?” Greg’s text message read.

“Swimming, maybe some time with Abby,” Jimmy texted back.

“Monique and I want to come visit. Go to the beach, you and Abby, too,” Greg texted back.

“Really?,” was Jimmy’s reply. “That would be wicked awesome,” Jimmy added quickly.

Within seconds the cell phone rang. Greg wanted to work out all the details. Monique and Greg were going to drive up from Connecticut on that afternoon, leaving shortly. They would stay over at Paul and Buffy’s for two nights, giving them all day Saturday for the beach. “I can go swimming with you Saturday and before we leave Sunday,” Greg added. “Get you ready for the try outs next week.”

Jimmy had promised Abby he would not talk about swimming at all for the afternoon, but Greg’s call changed that. They were both excited. Abby was more excited that she would get to go to the beach with Jimmy, but the added bonus of Greg, who she thought was totally hot, really made it special.

“This will be fun,” Jimmy said with excitement. “You will like Greg and Monique,” he assured Abby. No assurance was needed. Abby was going to get along with both of them really well. Jimmy wrapped his arms around Abby as they laid on the blanket. He was getting that feeling again, both of them feeling it. The warm afternoon turned a little steamy, as they continued their testing of boundaries with each other. Jimmy liked the things Abby was doing to him. Abby liked the feel of Jimmy in his swimsuit, not to mention the look as he was getting all turned on.

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The pool was empty when Greg and Jimmy got there. Not many people showed for the early Saturday lap swim, which started at 8am, right after the masters swim team wrapped up their two hour workout. The locker room was crowded with the older swimmers from the masters team, w whole assortment of skill levels and a wide array of swimsuit styles, from briefs to jammers. No shorts, however. Jimmy was wearing a black and gold Tyr swimsuit, a lightning bolt type pattern that looked stunning on him. Greg had on a blue and yellow Nike swimsuit, solid blue with yellow side panels that wrapped around the back. It fit Greg tight, and left nothing to the imagination. It was one of Monique’s favorites, and for clearly visible reasons.

“So, I got the tryout drills from coach,” Greg said. “Not sure if he will do all of these, but we are going to go through them, anyway.” Greg added.

“How did you get these?” Jimmy asked.

“I just asked him,” Greg replied in a matter of fact tone. His Summer AAU coach was also the coach of the local high school team. Greg was fully equipped, stopwatch, whistle, dry erase board with the order of drills written out, space for him to record times. “So, let’s get in and swim 500 easy, slow pace to warm-up. No racing.”

“Okay, coach,” Jimmy replied with a teasing grin. Jimmy jumped in the water, followed by Greg. They were the only two in the pool, so Greg took his own lane next to Jimmy. As Jimmy set out, pushing off the wall, Greg waited. When Jimmy was half way down the pool, Greg started his warm up.. Greg wanted to make sure he did not pass Jimmy, the whole idea was to boost Jimmy’s confidence. Greg set out at an easy pace, slightly faster than what Jimmy was swimming. He’d adjust for that as he swam.