[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Two hours later, they were just about finished. Greg had recorded each of Jimmy’s times. Jimmy finshed up a set of 200 breast stroke as Greg stood at the end of the pool, watch in hand. “Nice job, Jimmy,” Greg said as Jimmy stood. Jimmy was tired, he had been swimming hard all morning.

“So, am I fast enough?” Jimmy asked. Greg looked over the times. Jimmy was not quite at the level he needed to be on speed. Greg pondered the best way to answer.

“You know what I said, Jimmy. It is about quality and skill as much as speed, right?” Greg paused.

“Yeah, but speed is a big deal, too.” Jimmy replied.

“Your times are good, Jimmy,” Greg replied. “If I thought you did not have a chance I would say so. You won’t be the fastest guy there, but you have way more endurance than most swimmers because you started out swimming for such long periods of time. You have good skills and you learn fast.” Greg added.

“You sure you aren’t just saying that?” Jimmy replied.

“Never,” Greg answered. “You just need to stay confident.”

“Okay,” Jimmy agreed as he set off on his 500 cool down. Greg followed again, staying behind Jimmy the whole time. Greg was really proud of his adopted younger brother. He set his mind to something and he was about to see if his dream could come true. In his heart, Greg hoped Jimmy was not being set up for a huge disappointment. He watched as Jimmy swam past him in the opposite way each length, his black and gold swimsuit rotating in the water as he swam, one string hanging out. Jimmy really looked like a very good swimmer.

In the locker room, Jimmy told Greg about Abby and him. “Things are really good, now,” Jimmy explained. “Jack gave me some good advice to pay more attention to her.”

“That’s cool, Jimmy,” Greg said. “You really like her.” Greg sat on the bench, Jimmy standing. They were both still in their wet swimsuits, chatting.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Jimmy replied. Jimmy’s hand rubbed the front of his tight swimsuit as he said it. Just thinking about Abby was turning him on. “Greg, can I ask you a really serious question?” Jimmy queried.

“Sure, Jimmy, you know you can,” Greg replied.

“Have you ever done it with a girl, I mean all the way?” Jimmy asked.

Greg blushed. He had never had this question before. To be sure, his friends all talked about the subject , and they all acted like they had “done it” many times. Greg was now put on the spot. “You know what, Jimmy. I have thought about it, but no, I have not actually gone all the way. Why?” It was an awkward conversation.

“I don’t know, just thinking,” Jimmy replied, his suit was feeling really tight on him.

The guys sat in the locker room for half an hour as Jimmy and Greg discussed the whole topic.. Jimmy shared what happened the other night while he was wearing his swimsuit, and Greg shared exactly how far he had ever been with a girl, which involved nothing more than some well placed action with hands, also while wrapped up in his swim team swimsuits. “Monique wants to wait,” Greg closed out the discussion. “So, as much as I would like to try it, we guys need to respect that the girl might not be ready,” Greg advised Jimmy. Sound brotherly advice.

“Yeah, you are right, Greg,” Jimmy replied. It didn’t relieve the urges he was feeling, nor did it ease the bulge in his tiny swimsuit, but if Greg said so, then it was right, thought Jimmy. Jimmy eased himself from the bench, unaware of how much he had been massaging himself, he went into the shower. He untied and slipped off the tight, clinging swimsuit. He turned the water cold, and let it ease the sexual tension he was feeling from the deep conversation and thoughts of Abby. It was going to be a tough day of urges at the beach.

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The sun was bright in the blue sky. It was heading to low tide, making the beach wide open. The guys laid out two large blankets on the sand, side by side. They had left their shorts in the car, wearing just their swimsuits, no shirts. Jimmy was wearing the same black and gold Tyr print he wore swimming. Greg was wearing a new Turbo brand suit, a colorful print that fit him low and tight. It was a swimsuit Monique picked out and insisted Greg would look “fabulous” in. The girls slipped off their shorts and tops to reveal extremely tiny bikini swimsuits, certainly skimpy enough to drive the guys wild. Monique’s was a side tied red bikini, with the only material going between her legs and just enough to cover the important spots on her chest. Abby had on the same bikini she wore at Jimmy’s farm, the one that made Jimmy almost burst out of his swimsuit.

Jimmy and Greg headed straight into the water. They were the only two guys on the whole beach in real swimsuits, the rest of the guys in a wide variety of board shorts. They were also the two hottest looking guys on the beach, Greg’s muscled abs, tight legs, and impressive upper body made him the perfect swimsuit model. Jimmy was not far behind, his muscular development clear, his stomach flat and tight, showing some ab development. Jimmy’s upper body was defined.

The water was cold, as the guys went chest deep, leading through the waves.

“Darn, are they hot looking,” Greg said to Jimmy as they wrestled with the waves.

“Yeah, and look at their swimsuits,” Jimmy added.

“Yup, it is good the ocean is so cold,” Greg replied, part laughing but mostly serious.

Abby and Monique watched as the guys came out of the water. “This is the best part,” Monique said to Abby, as they watched the waist lines clear the water. The guys swimsuits clung to them, clearly showing the definition of their male anatomy.

“Yes, it is,” Abby answered. “Jimmy is so cute in his wet swimsuits. Greg is, too.” The guys were showing all as they crossed the beach. They reached the blanket and stood, their suits still clinging. Greg finally tugged at the front of his suit, releasing the grip of the lycra material. Jimmy simply laid down on the blanket, on his back. He was giving Abby quite the show, not thinking a thing of the fact that he was driving her wild. Abby rolled over and rubbed Jimmy’s chest. It did not take long before he was filling out the suit in a rather large way. Jimmy and Greg would end up having to take lots of cold water dips.

It was a great day at the beach. A nice diversion from the pressure of swimming. Try outs were only a few days away.