[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“You had an awesome meet,” Jimmy said to Bryan as they boarded the bus to head home. The meet was done. The team came in second. A solid second.

“Yeah, I just wish we could have won,” Bryan replied. “Gulf Coast is just too good.”

“They have an amaze team,” Nick chimed in with youthful texting generated language.

“Stephanie, your team did great,” Bryan turned to the cute girl sitting next to him. “You ladies really did come close to beating the best team in the state,” Stephanie smiled.

“Okay team, we had a great meet. Several of you topped your best times. This will be the toughest team we swim against all year. The great news is we held out own and we came in second, solidly ahead of Lakes, which is also a great team,” said the coach. The girls team coach added similar comments.

“Okay, guys, we got off with just a warning from the officials about your letter fiasco. But, here is the deal. First, we will have dual practice all week,” Coach announced. There were groans from across the bus.

“Alright, it could be worse. We could have had to forfeit the meet, luckily the officials had a sense of humor. Second, we will do four hours of community service at the food bank packing boxes. Details to come.”

None of the guys said a word. They knew when to be quiet, and this was one of those moments. There were looks at each other, grimaces, and a few hand gestures got made behind the bus seats, but the team stayed quiet. “You know, he is right. We did almost screw up bad,” Bryan said to whoever was listening.

“Yeah, I guess so,” came the reply. The bus started up and headed away from the meet. Bryan had his arm around Stephanie. Nick and Jimmy sat side by side. It was a pretty quiet ride home.

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Nick laid in bed that night, thinking. It was a fitful night. It all started after the meet when he got home. Nick ate dinner quickly, hardly talked of the meet. He had confusing thoughts on his mind. After the late dinner, Nick headed off to his room to do homework. Nick was a really studious young man, he had his eyes on pursuing drama at one of the really good arts programs, a talent he discovered at a young age in school plays. He had just begun a youth acting program at one of the local theater organizations. The best part of acting for Nick was the chance to be somebody he wasn’t in real life. He most enjoyed flamboyant and outgoing roles that stretched his mind and his capability. He loved the ability to be who he wanted to be. When he was on stage, he was the Nick he dreamed of. Just like the Nick on swim team.

It was late when Nick finished his homework. Almost eleven. He texted Jimmy. “You still up?” When he got no reply back, he laid back on his bed and stared at the posters of Ryan Lochte and Michael Phelps on his wall, along with the poster of Robin Williams from Mrs. Doubtfire. In three bigger than life posters were the men he admired most. One, of course, was no longer around, a recent and very tragic death that had rattled Nick to his core. Nick smiled as he thought of and looked at each one of the posters. Phelps with his always serious look, Lochte in his always flamboyant swimsuits, this poster he was in white, daring white. Williams with his ability to make people laugh. Nick wanted to be all of them.

Nick was wearing one of his Speedo swimsuits, a solid black with gold print splice side panel on the right side. It was a remnant from his Summer swim team, whose colors were black and gold. Nick often hung out at home in his swimsuits, something he started a year or so ago. No particular reason, just liked how they felt on him. He wasn’t bashful about it. He didn’t hide in his room, he actually wore them around the house. Some guys wore basketball shorts around the house, Nick wore swimsuits. His sister thought it was a bit weird, but then she thought Nick was weird. His mom just figured it was a phase and ignored it. Tonight, he wore a gold T-shirt and the Speedo, the T-shirt now tossed over his desk chair.

Nick’s mind was racing from the comment Jimmy had said. Nick had never confided in anyone that he thought he was different from most guys. As much as he tried, Nick was just not attracted to the girls like the rest of the guys were. He didn’t get boners looking at nude pictures on the internet. He didn’t get all hard when he saw a cute girl. He thought girls were cute, even fun to be around, it wasn’t like he didn’t like girls. He just didn’t like them the way his friends did. When they started to talk about sex, which at is age was just that, talk and bravado all in fiction, he just made stuff up. Nick acted like he wanted to “do it” with the hot girl du jour, but it was just that, acting. He was good at it. Nobody knew the real story. Nobody but Nick.

Nick rubbed his hand along his chest and admired how the tight black swimsuit outlined his body. He loved how guys looked in swimsuits. The way the suit molded around their packages, displaying not just their bulges but also their muscular legs all the way up and the muscles just below the abs leading down to their sex parts. He had no idea what those muscles were called, but every great swimmer had them. Nick’s eyes wandered to the picture of Phelps in his vintage look Speedo. He loved how that suit molded to Michael’s body. The confidence of the athlete standing there in a full exposure of masculine beauty. Of the two swimmers on his wall, Michael was the hottest. Nick spent many nights getting turned on by that poster. Tonight was another one.

“Could Jimmy be like me?” Nick thought to himself. “It sure sounds like it,” he answered his own question. There was something about Jimmy that Nick found fascinating. He knew it from the first day they met, not all that long ago. It was an attraction Nick had never felt before. Oh sure, they were both swimmers and they had a lot in common, but it wasn’t the same feeling as other guy friends. Jimmy seemed deeper, a connection that was hard to explain. “Plus, he is really cute,” Nick thought. His hand rubbed across the bulge of his black and gold Speedo. He felt the tingle of excitement inside. Nick started to get really erect. He loved the feeling of being erect in his swimsuits. Nick gently caressed himself, not just that part, but all over his body. He was finding places that seemed to make him feel more desiring.

Nick had never thought about doing anything with a guy, at least not that he was ready to admit to himself. That was starting to change. Nick was starting to wonder more about what would be sexually arousing for him. Just as his guy friends fantasized about what sex with a girl was like, or even just kissing a girl, Nick was starting to wonder what it would be like to tough a guy’s chest, hold his hand, or even maybe hug. He had not gotten past that point, yet. Thoughts of Jimmy would take him there. Nick closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the tight swimsuit. He opened them and admired his own bulging anatomy as he glanced across his chest to the bigger than ever mound of black lycra between his legs. Over the course of the next several minutes, Nick would bring himself to a climatic finish, but this time it was stimulated not by the poster on his wall, but by the desires of his attraction.

The alarm clock came way too early. The first of the double sessions was about to begin. The black and gold Speedo was now tossed to the side of the bed. “You awake,” was the text message waiting for Nick on his phone. Jimmy was awake. “Make friends with your fav Speedo,” came the next line. “We are going to be wearing them all day…lol” Jimmy then shot a selfie of himself in his practice swimsuit. Nick smiled at the photo. He grabbed his own swimsuit and headed to the shower.

Practice started in thirty five minutes. Nick had to rush to get ready. He heard his phone vibrate with a new text, just as he stepped in the shower.