[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Chris handed Sherie a small box, wrapped in gold paper, as he kissed her goodbye. They had just finished breakfast with Uncle Ryan, who stood back and smiled at the young couple. The gift was Ryan’s idea. He secretly passed it off to Chris while Sherie was away from the table, agreeing to take $25 from Chris, who insisted he pay for it. Truth be told, the gift was far more expensive, but Ryan was fine with the loss. Anything for his niece.

“Don’t open this until you are on the plane,” Chris whispered. “Miss you already.”

“Me too,” replied Sherie as she held Chris for a few seconds.

“Okay, time to go” interrupted Ryan as a cab pulled up. The two lovers separated. Chris in blue shorts with his Turbo France swimsuit on underneath, ready for the pool workout he was heading too. His eyes moistened as the cab pulled away. The rendezvous in Paris had drawn to a close.

Back at the hotel, Len laid alone on the sprawling bed. He was wearing noting but a tight pair of red print jammers, one of his favorite pair. “Was Grant ever turned on,” Len thought to himself, thinking about how aroused Ashley had made Grant in the hot tub the prior night. “Poor guy, he tried everything to stay from shooting off.” The image of Grant in Len’s mind was making Len hard himself, the bulge of his tight jammers growing. It had been some time since Len had a good release, his pent up urge making him quickly respond to his own erotic thoughts.
Len loved the feel of his jammers, the way they gripped his legs, wrapped around his reproductive parts, the feel of his hand gently rubbing across his manhood. He took it slow, enjoying the feeling of himself increasing in firmness and desire. He scanned across his chest and enjoying the look of his bulge in the tight print suit. He teased himself, his fingers dancing on the most sensitive parts of him. “Oh gawd, that feels good,” he thought to himself.

Len’s thoughts shifted between the urges he was creating inside himself, as he brought himself to the edge and held back, and the thoughts of Chris, how they had gone from a hostile animosity filled with jealousy to a wonderful friendship. Chris was such a hot guy, Len thought. “And does he ever look sweet in his swimsuits.” As he laid there, picturing Chris, and Grant, even Patrick and Alex, in their swimsuits, his hand caressed himself, bringing him again ever so close. He was now rock hard, the grip of the tight suit teasing him even as he stopped his self massage.

The ring of his cell phone broke the silence. It was the ring he had assigned to Chris. He thought about letting it go to message, finishing what he had started on himself, but on the third ring he picked up the all.

“Hey dude,” Len answered, wiggling his legs to ease himself back from eruption. A small amount of wetness seeped into the suit.

“Want to go swim a few laps?” Chris asked.

“Um, sure, I guess. I was just laying here in my swimsuit hoping you’d call,” Len responded.

“I didn’t interrupt anything?” Chris asked.

“Never know, maybe,” Len teased.

“See you at the pool in ten?” Chris asked.

“Sure,” Len replied. He contemplated finishing what he started, his erection still firm. He rubbed across it a few times, but decided it had to wait. The cold water would take care of it, he thought to himself. He pulled on a paid of shorts over the suit, threw on a polo shirt that really didn’t match, and grabbed his key, heading for the pool. The tight suit still teasing him as he walked.

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Grant laid in bed, thinking about the events of the night before. He had no idea Ashley was such a guy tease, she seemed too quiet and introverted. “She was all over me,” he thought to himself. In the hot tub, she had slid close to him. Grant was already aroused from her foreplay in the pool, the way she rubbed herself against his bulging suit, slid her hand across his parts. Grant grew erect fast, exactly the response one would expect from a young man his age. Ashley knew exactly what she was doing, and enjoyed when he responded the way all the guys on her swim team did when confronted with a well placed hand on their tiny little suits.

“You’re so cute,” she whispered to him as she held his bulge under the water of the pool. Grant pulled away as she tried to keep her feel of him.

“What are you trying to do to me?” he asked, knowing the answer.

“Just having fun,” she had replied.

When it came to young ladies, Grant was fairly inexperienced, more so when it involved a brief swimsuit. Sure he had gotten aroused before when the band was in Belgium, but not like he was in the pool. Grant laid his head back on the pillow. “I can’t believe what happened next,” he thought to himself. He began to relive the whole thing. After breaking away with the guys, they had gone to the hot tub. He was still aroused, but at least he was not as aroused as he had been earlier. Still, he could feel the sensation of desire in his crotch. “Stay cool,” he thought to himself.

Ashley’s hand was first on his knee, then she slid it up his inner leg. Grant tried to slide away a bit, but she slid with him. The jet bubbles concealed the action under the water. She smiled at him as she rubbed her hand between his legs, feeling his balls with her finger. Grant was quickly as erect as he had been in the pool, in fact, he was even more aroused. “Please stop,” he thought to himself as Ashley continued to tease him. He could feel himself getting harder and harder. He slipped his hand over hers and guided her away from him. He tried as best he could to slow the urge between his legs. “Not now,” Grant thought to himself, the suit felt so tight against his anatomy. He was so totally aroused. He was way too close and he knew it. Ashley knew she had teased him into a frenzy, but had no idea how far she had taken him.

“You okay, man” asked Len, seeing the strained expression on Grant’s face.

“Yeah, just hot,” Grant had replied. As he did he released Ashley’s hand, which went right back to feeling him. She could feel how massive and hard he was in the suit. She rubbed along the outer edge of his bulge, all the way to the tip.

“Oh no” Grant said as he quickly stood. “I gotta get out.” He could feel himself stating to lose control, the throbbing urges erupting deep, pushing the soon to happen explosion toward climax. As he stood, his massive bulge on display. Grant leaped from the pool.

Outside the tub he bent at the waist. “Oh, Gawd no,” he thought. It was too late. He felt the pulsations as his anatomy thrust against the grip of the tight material. Luckily, his back was to the tub, but every guy knew what was happening. The surges lasted what seemed like an eternity.

Grant laid on the bed, he was again hard as he relived it. Even now, he could not believe the whole thing. “I should have been able to control myself,” Grant thought, but the tight swimsuit and the sensation of the lycra and Ashley’s actions were too much for any guy. He closed his eyes and continued to relive the rest of the drama of the pool.

None of the guys said anything. Ashley climbed from the hot tub and rushed over to Grant. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders. Grant‘s head was bent down and he was trying to cover his swimsuit front with his hands, “I can’t believe that just happened,” said Grant, wiping the front of his suit with his hand.

“Sorry, Grant. I guess I went too far,” Ashley said. She had never made a guy do that before. She liked seeing guys get turned on, but she felt bad knowing she had caused Grant to lose it. “Are you okay?” she asked.

“I need a towel,” Grant replied. He was still very aroused in the suit. As he stayed bent over sitting on the edge of a chair, the last releases as he finally started to ease off inside the tight grip of his swimsuit.

As Grant laid on his bed thinking about it he decided not to be too freaked out. “Nothing to be embarrassed about,” he told himself. “I am sure I’m not the first guy to get too excited in a swimsuit. Plus it was kind of fun.” Grant smiled to himself.

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