[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Barry finally calmed down enough to show off his swimsuit to the rest of the guys, his erect state at least down to a point where he was just swelled, but not like a rod. Despite the fact that the suit was the smallest thing he had ever worn and he felt very naked and exposed, he also really liked how it felt on and how free how free he felt. He also thought he looked very hot in it. He was sure that he would hate showing a bulge, but he actually thought the suit made him look masculine and strong. He was right, it did.

“Wow, you look hot,” Jimmy blurted out when Barry walked back into the main room of the condo. He could not help himself, the words just blurted out.

“Yeah, it is kind of not so bad,” Barry replied. “Now we need to go find some girls.”

“I can’t believe you are going to wear a Speedo.” Joel replied as he rounded up supplied for dinner. Ricky and Ronnie were off to get dinner.

“Yeah, well, why not try it.” Barry replied. “Looks like Ricky and Ronnie will be the only board short hold outs, and Aiden in his whatever they call that.” Barry added pointing at Aiden’s swimsuit.

“It’s a jammer,” Aiden chimed in. “I think jammers are way more cool than briefs. Plus they really feel sweet on”

“Whatever,” Barry replied. He rubbed his chest and across his bulge. He was still somewhat aroused by the tight feel of the red swimsuit. He held his hand for a second on himself, his masculine features cupped in his palm. He released before he started something, but the thought crossed his mind.

The door opened and in walked Ronnie and Ricky with two boxes of cold Yuengling beer and bags of chips. Joel froze, not knowing what to do. He figured the talk of beer was just bravado. If his gramps knew that they had beer, he’d never get to use the condo again. Not one of the guys was over 21, not even close.

“Where the heck did you get that!” Joel exclaimed. “we can’t have beer in here.”

“Well, since Barry was being all gay and stuff.” Ronnie started, “we figured we’d try to line up the beer and chips. The college kids down the hall bought it for us. Said that if we need ore just come by. You guys told us we had to get some.”

“Yeah, I guess we did,” Joel replied.

“We offered the guys $20 to do buy it for us, but they didn’t want the money, said they would cover us.. They were really cool.” Ricky added. “We also got burgers and dogs, they are down in the car. Who can help?” Ricky asked.

“I think Barry can,” Bryan chimed in.

“Sure dude,” Barry replied. “Show the world what a guy in a Sporti swimsuit should look like!” Barry and the double R’s walked out the door with him and headed down to the elevator. Two guys in shorts and one in the hot red Sporti. The trio boarded the elevator on the 8th floor of the ten story condo. The car stopped at five and an elderly couple got in, dressed for a night on the town. It was quite a contrast from the lady in pearls and a sequin dress to the Barry, bare-chested in the sleek red swimsuit, his body barely contained.

“You boys having fun?” the lady asked, not even flinching at Barry’s attire. Her Shalimar cologne permeated the elevator, a far better smell that three sweat laden, slightly horny teenage guys.

“Yes, very much,” Barry replied. “You look very nice.”

“Oh, thank you. We are off to a play and dinner.” the charming lady explained. “You boys are quite handsome.”

The door opened and the guys let the couple off first. Barry was blushing.

“Have fun and be careful,” the lady replied as her husband took her by the arm.

“That was awkward,” Barry said.

“Yeah, she was looking at your dick the whole time,” Ronnie teased. “She thought you were hung like a race horse.”

“I think her husband was jealous.” Ricky added.

“Shut up!” Barry replied. The guys grabbed the bags of groceries from the car. The ride back up was less eventful.

“We got to keep this beer hidden,” Joel said to Bryan with grave concern. “If my gramps ever knew we had it here, I will never get to use this place again. Don’t forget we have inspection at 8 and 10.”

“I’ll handle it.” Bryan replied. “we’ll keep the cooler in the shower and if you get asked to see the shower, say one of us is using it and I’ll get it out of there.” It was the perfect teenage deception. Joel was still freaked out, but finally agreed. “Now what you say we crack these open?” Bryan grabbed two beers from one of the thirty pack cases. The guys were venturing into new territory, all of them neophytes at the fine art of consuming beer.

The condo filled with all the guys, watching sports on the 60 inch flat screen, all dressed in some form of swimming attire from briefs to boardies. Bare-chested, talking sex, sports and beer. They were plowing through the first box of cold Yuengling.

“Come on Ricky and Ron, you guys have to dump the boardies,” Barry urged them, loaded on two beers and consuming his third. He was feeling free and loose, and intoxicated. “We can go cruise the beach and pick up babes.” The double R guys laughed at their friend’s insistence.

“Dude, this morning you wouldn’t be caught dead in a swimsuit like that.” Ronnie replied. The rest of the guys laughed.

“Yeah, but Bry showed me the way,” Barry replied. “Try it, seriously,” he urged. This started a round of chanting “Speedo, speedo, speedo.”

“All right, if it will shut all of you up,” Ronnie finally complied. Ricky was going to have no part of it. “Jimmy, get me of your swimsuits,” Ronnie called out.

“Make it extra skimpy,” Barry chimed in.

The guys were feeling wild and crazy, every inhibition washed away by the foaming golden lager of Yuengling. They grabbed the burgers and chips and headed down to the community grill, extra beer in hand. Unlike the morning, where board shorts were the dominant choice, this time they looked like a colorful collection of swim team members, all but two clad in everything from a solid red Sporti to the most colorful Turbo water polo suits. The night was still young, and the wild times were still to come. Joel only hoped he did not get caught. Fear more than hope, really.