[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“Hi guys,” Ashley said as they passed in the hall, the guys in their tight swimsuits, Ashley’s eyes wandering right to their mid sections. Ashley played the oboe and was a very petite, cute girl. She was very much an introvert who did little beyond the sponsored events.

“Hi Ashley,” Grant replied, blushing a bit. Grant had eyed her since the start of the trip, but was too shy to pursue it. He had never told anyone, not even Chris. The stirring in his swimsuit evidence of his attraction. They passed when grant mustered the courage. He turned and called out, “Hey, Ashley, we are going down to the pool, want to come? It will be a bunch of us. Sarah and some of the ladies, too.”

Ashley looked Grant up and down and gave him a cute smile. How could she refuse, she thought to herself. He was so cute. “Um, yeah, sure,” she replied. “Let me get changed. I’ll see you down there.”

“Cool,” Grant replied. “I’m glad you are coming.”

The guys got on the elevator. They were alone. “Dude, I thought you were going to bone right there,” Len exclaimed. “I didn’t know you liked her.”

“You gottta admit, she is pretty cute,” Grant replied. The elevator had stainless steel, reflective walls. The guys images reflecting back at them. They stared at their own bodies as the car descended to the pool level. “Two hot studs,” Grant broke the moment of silence. They both laughed.

There was a side of Ashley they did not realize. She had a very passionate side when it came to guys. She was not the quiet girl who played oboe when it came to romance. In fact, her oboe skills were second to her skills making guys want her. By the end of the night, one of the guys would be putty in her hand.

Except for an older couple sitting at a table playing cards, and Sarah, the entire pool was open. Len and Grant walked in, the couple turned and looked, but said nothing. The lady smiled. They young guys were cute, especially the one in the slight suit, she thought. “Handsome boys,” she said softly to her husband. A tingle in her let her know she still had the desires of her younger days. She slid her hand on the older guys leg, up high, feeling him. He smirked as he felt his own reaction. His tight black square cut bulged a little. They would shortly leave and make love, he all the while picturing her husband as the cute young man in the tight swimsuit at the pool.

Sarah was alone in a lounger. She smiled at the guys as they entered. She patted her hand on an adjoining lounger. He guys headed over.

“Cute swimsuits,” Sarah offered. “really cute.” She reached out and touched Grant’s cute Brasil suit on the front side with the tips of her fingers. One more inch left and she would have touched parts of him that she really wanted to tease. Grant smirked.

“Thanks, I love this suit,” Grant replied.

“Your’s is cute, too,” she said to Len, but she did not touch.

The guys sat back in the two loungers on either side of Sarah. Sarah rubbed Grant’s butt as he turned to sit down. He desires were clearly being expressed, already. Sarah was already very aroused, but her arousal not as visible. Grant laid back as Sarah watched.

Grant was stretched out in the lounger when Ashley walked in, alone in a white cover up. Grant looked so cute, his long legs spread slightly, his flat smooth abdomen and modestly muscular chest. The best part was the way his tight suit molded his manhood, clinging to his anatomy, revealing himself to anyone who cared to look. Grant wasn’t erect, but he was aroused, for whatever reason. He usually was when in his favorite suits. The arousal showed, even his cut line was clearly displayed by the well filled in suit. He slid his hand over himself, feeling his own bulge, unaware that Ashley or Sarah were watching. The touch felt good, the feel of the lycra bulge under his hand. His mind wandered as he made himself become more erect. He loved the tight grip of the suit against his groin.

“Hey guys,” Ashley called over as she walked toward them. “Hi Sarah, didn’t realize you were coming.” Ashley gave her a coy smile. Both ladies were surprised by each other, but said nothing. The tension between them hung in the air.

“Cool, you made it,” Grant replied, quickly pulling his hand away from his bulge. Ashley’s eyes fixated on the swell of is suit and how well equipped he looked. He was pointed down, his anatomy forming a large ball of desire that tucked between his legs, the end of his swollen part almost between his legs. Len also watched as Grant displayed himself in the tight suit. Len’s own jammer started to swell as he appreciated the view of Grant getting more aroused.

Ashley slipped out of the cover up, revealing a very tiny, almost nothing string bikini in white with red polka dots. She looked hot, and Grant responded immediately, the grip of his suit getting tighter. “Wow, you look great,” he replied. Sarah seethed with rage underneath her calm display.

“Thanks. Hey, I had trouble tying this side of my suit,” Ashley said, “would you mind retying it in a nicer bow?” she asked Grant.

“Um, sure,” Grant replied, as he sat up and swung his legs to the side of the chair. Ashley stepped between his legs, the fronts of them touching Grant’s upper thighs.

“Just pull the strings and then retie them,” Ashley replied. “But be careful, if you don’t hold them my suit will fall off.” Grant gently untied and retied the bow, forming a perfect tie. He also formed his own perfect bulge, his mind having desires beyond untying Ashley’s suit.

“I think I need to jump in the water,” Grant said nonchalantly. As he stood the grip of his suit tightened. He adjusted the fit and grip with his hand as Sarah and Ashley watched.

“I’ll join you,” Len chimed in.

I love seeing guys get excited in their Speedos, Ashley thought to herself. It was a throwback to her days on swim when the girls would plot to tease the guys. It was the best part of swimming for her. As the guys jumped around in the pool, Sarah and Ashley said nothing.

“Dude, I can’t believe she did that,” Grant said to Len. “I almost shot my load, f..k”

“Yeah, man. I could tell. She had you pretty torqued,” Len replied. “You gave them a good show,”

Grant laughed. “Yeah, I guess so. I’m still hard. It won’t go down.”

“That’s a problem,” Len teased. “Maybe you got an erection that will last four hours. Better see a doctor.”

“Shut up,” Grant replied. He dove underwater. His silhouette outlined in the water.

Ashley looked at Sarah. “Should e join them?” she asked.

“Why not,” Sarah replied.

The two ladies jumped into the pool. Grant was about to have more than just a lingering erection to deal with. Ashley swam right to him, wrapping her arms around his waist as she got to him. As she did, the pool door opened and more of the band came in.

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Hey, want to try those singlets we bought?“ Alex suggested to Patrick as the two guys laid side by side on the bed, still in their shorts from the walking tour of Paris. Their chest were bare, and the two occasionally fondled each other’s pecs. Neither Patrick nor Alex had ever worn a wrestling singlet before, but when they found them at the small sports store before they left for Europe, they each picked out one. They knew immediately they had to try them. They had never actually put them on, at least not with each other. Patrick’s was green with yellow trim, Alex’s was the opposite, shiny yellow with green trim.

The room was dark, just the glow of the city lights through the window and the shimmer of light from a scented candle burring on the desk. It was the perfect romantic night to be alone. Chris was off with Sherrie, the other guys were doing their own things. Patrick an Alex were ready for time alone to explore deeper their relationship.

“Hmm, that would be fun,” Patrick replied. He was holding Alex’s hand, he rolled over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Can’t wait to see you in yours,” he added. His hand wandered to Alex’s crotch, a quick feel. “Especially this part,” he added he felt Alex’s manhood inside the shorts.

“Your sweet,” Alex replied. “But don’t start anything you won’t finish,” he teased.