[SwimTeamSpeedo]

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“Oh man, Patrick.” groaned Alex. He was so aroused and so badly wanted to release. “Please…” he pleaded. Patrick continued to tantalize the singlet wrapped body, his anatomy fully erect inside the tight yellow lycra. Alex pulled and contorted against the entrapment of the ties. He so badly wanted to release, but for whatever reason was not able to actually let go.

“I can’t get myself all the way,” Alex cried as Patrick massaged the outline of his anatomy. “Oh please…” Patrick himself was again fully aroused, about ready to release for the second time. Patrick did all he could to bring Alex all the way.

Finally, after several more minutes, Alex felt the surges starting to erupt, working there way through his body. “Oh thank you,” he moaned as his body suddenly pulsated and thrust, throwing his midsection forward. It was the most powerful explosion he had ever felt.

“You were awesome,” Patrick whispered as Alex’s final surges eased. Patrick, however, was anything but finished, his own singlet again revealing his arousal.

“Oh man, that was wild,” Alex gasped.

The two laid side by side, Patrick untied Alex’s arms, allowing Alex to finish off Patrick’s need.

“Oh man, that was great,” Patrick proclaimed. “I love you.”

“You owe me one,” Alex teased as Patrick had let go for the second time of the evening.

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Sherie laid her head on Chris’s chest. It was 4 am, Chris was asleep, laying on top of the covers. He was naked but for the Turbo Ace of Diamonds swimsuit he was still wearing. His breathing sounded so peaceful and Sherie smiled at the thought of how handsome and sexy he looked laying there. His white swimsuit stoof out in the lark room. His legs were spread about the width of his shoulders, his right hand resting on his upper thigh, midway up fro his knee. She marveled at how manly his bulge looked, even asleep he had the cutest display of manhood. She wondered if he slept in his swimsuits often. He did.

As she laid there, she rubbed his tight abdomen, feeling his strong muscles. Chris flinched, but did not wake. Sherie was feeling amorous, enjoying this time alone with Chris. She could feel his heartbeat and the rise of his chest as he inhaled. From his abdomen, she slowly explored lower, first along the waistband of his suit. She was careful not to wake him.

“Looks like his bulge is getting bigger,” she thought to herself. It was, as Chris, still asleep was responding to her touch. “I wonder if he feels that?” she thought. Chris did, but as he did his dream was turning erotic and sensual. He was alone, with Sherie, on the beach. They were kissing and fondling each other. He was still asleep, but very much feeling as aroused as he was starting to show. The suit was getting tight, but it was also getting tight in his dream. Sherie continued to explore Chris’s body as she lightly touched the outline of his bulge, every so softly so as to not wake him.

“Oh Sherie, you are driving me wild,” Chris whispered to her as the waves crashed on the beach. He fingers felt like a feather teasing him. His urges grew. Sherie watched as Chris really started to fill out the suit. His breathing was increasing and he moaned a bit in his sleep. On the beach they were kissing and touching each other in ways that were driving both of them wild. Sherie continued to feel the outline of is now enormous bulge, his anatomy pushing the limits of the suit. She was doing exactly what Chris was dreaming.

“Sherie,” Chris cried out, half asleep and half awake, as a surge shot through his body. The beach dream fading out to the reality of the bedroom.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” she said. Her hand wiped his forehead. He was moist with sweat from the erotic dream.

“Oh man, I can’t believe I just did that,” Chris said. “I had this dream, we were on a beach…”

She kissed him. “You’re so sweet,” she said. “It was fun watching you.”