[SwimTeamSpeedo]

"Since you wear rowing shorts, you might like jammers," I started off explaining my selections to Kelly. "I also think you would look awesome in a pair of Funky Trunks," I added holding up a bold print pair. "I love these suits, they are fun! Since you are trying stuff, I also added some brief cuts. You can keep these three if you like them," I finished pointing at the extra team suits I had pulled out.

Kelly grabbed the jammers first. One was a black solid, with bright red swirl side panels, a Speedo brand. The other was an all over print Tyr of greens and blues. I rarely wore jammers, only in the final days of lake swimming for the added warmth. Kelly went into the small half bath to change. Ashland figured out he was not going to get anyone to play ball so he found a good vantage point to watch. "How did you meet Zach?" Kelly asked through the slightly open door as he changed.

"We met when we were seven and eight on the local swim team. He was new to the team, just moved here. He was really good, so we shared a lane and we were instant friends," I replied. As I was talking, Kelly emerged from the half bath in the black and red splice jammer. The fit was tight but he looked perfect inside it. "You make that jammer look great'" I changed topics.

"It is pretty snug," Kelly commented as he stood in front of me. He had a great body for a jammer, strong lean legs and a flat stomach. The Lycra wrapped him tightly, giving him a handsome bulge, albeit a little compressed. "These fit much tighter than my rowing shorts," Kelly added. His hand rubbed over his bulge. He walked around the room. He had started to get hard, the bulge growing as he expanded inside. "What a relief, I thought maybe Zach and you were an item," Kelly said as he tried to adjust his rapidly expanding bulge.

"Zach is very much a straight guy, although he does love swimwear," I reassured Kelly.

"Time to try something new," Kelly said as he went to change. "Hey, you should model some of your collection for me," Kelly called out while he changed. "Lets see if you can still rock your college team suit." I liked the idea, so I went and grabbed my old college suit. It was a very skimpy black and gold splice cut, size 28. I slipped out of my suit and slid the snug college suit on. It fit exactly as I remembered, narrow sides and tight around my balls, barely covering them. My bulge barely fit, just like college, leaving very little to the imagination. I instantly flashed back to younger days. By the time Kelly came back, I had grown rock hard at the sensual snug feel of the suit.

"You look fantastic in that one," I said to Kelly as he stood before me wearing a classic cut Funky Trunk print. He really rocked the suit, his masculine features bringing out the cut of the suit. I wanted to tackle him in a very erotic way. I didn't think I could get any harder, but I did.

"i really love this suit," Kelly said. "It fits and feels great." He had not mentioned my own modeling, but that was fine. I was enjoying wathing as his hands rubbed across his own swimsuit. He was trying to be discreet as he rubbed along the outline of his male muscle, which was very much standing at attention, held back by the Lycra material. The quasi pouch front of the swimsuit gave him just enough room to really display a nice outline of his cut anatomy. Kelly turned to face a full length mirror, admiring his own physique. He was hard, male and proud. I walked up behind him. Our dual reflections beamed back at us. He looked so damn hot.

"You totally rock that suit," I complimented him, my right hand on his firm butt. He glanced back at my reflection, smiled.

"Look at you," Kelly replied. "You look so collegiate.... coed hot!" His left hand touched me in exactly the right place. He turned to face me, his eyes scanning every detail of my body. I reached out and took his hand and pulled him close in, so close our bulges touched. I wrapped my arms around him and felt down his back and across his butt, he did the same to me. We then held close and rubbed against each other, our bulges growing as they gently massaged. "That is one tiny, hot swimsuit," Kelly whispered.

"I love how you look," I replied. "You look amazing!"

We gently let go of our embrace, both very aroused. We had more suits to try on, more chances to play. Kelly ventured out onto the small deck off the far end of the room. I followed. The deck was twenty feet up, its side position gave a view of the lake and the house. It rarely got used, but I had two wood chairs and a small table out there. As rare as I used it, I loved the quiet setting, barely visible from the water and total privacy in all other directions.

"This is nice," Kelly said. We both stood at the rail. Our arousal had subsided. Kelly was feeling confident in his new style of swimsuit. Kelly looked at my swimsuit. "You had to have gotten hard in those suits when you didn't want to, what did you do?" Kelly asked. He sat down in one of the chairs, ready for a story.

"Well, yeah it happened, but mostly we were so focussed on swimming." I replied. I sat in the other chair. There was a pause in our conversation, the silence urging me to fill the void. "There is one time that involves this very swimsuit," I started. Kelly looked at me intently ready for the story.

It was my senior year of college, we were having a really good season. As was tradition, our last home meet wrapped up, we had two away meets to go, followed by conference championship. We swam great in our last meet, "the one where that picture was taken," I added referring to the photo of Zach and me. We huddled in the locker room, all the guys still in their swimsuits.

"How bad do we want to take it all?" Zach called out as team co captain. The group charged back with a unison "all the way," chant. "That means we have to give up a few things, prove we want to win!" Zach continued. By the end of the meeting, we all agreed until season was over we would give up all beer, have no sex, and no jacking off. We ended with a team handshake on our mascot "Go Rams Swim". The truth is, I am not sure every dude on the team obeyed, I explained to Kelly, but I stood firm on my word. Our team ranged in age from freshman at 17 or 18 to the Seniors at 21 or 22. "Youthful sex drive, abstinence and tight swimsuits, perfect,". I laughed.

Two weeks later and we are heading to our last meet of the year at our cross town rival. Our meet was at 3, so we had to be on the bus at 1 for our thirty minute drive. I woke early for a pretty full morning of classes. I was feeling pretty horny, the two weeks of no sex or relief had built up quite an urge inside me, roaring to get out. "I was the same way at practice the day before," I explained to Kelly. I actuallly had contemplated cheating, but Zach had told me he was feeling the same way and we agreed to stay strong. Secretly, I hoped for a wet dream overnight. It was a cool morning, I wore a tight pair of Levi 501 button fly slim fit jeans. They were snug, underneath a nylon pair of short cut boxer briefs. My package tucked into a nice downward ball that formed a perfect bulge in the jeans.

"Sounds hot already," Kelly said. He was already aroused by the story, and the best part was yet to come.

"All morning I was so freaking horny," I continued. "Even walking to class, the tight jeans rubbing against me made me hard." I was intensely aware of my male parts, this sensation of desire would not let up. "It was like the time in the car on my way to swim practice, except now I knew what the feeling was," I explained. One of my classses was a double period. As the professor lectured, my thoughts wandered to swimming, guys in skimpy suits. I got so hard, I almost shot off right in class. When we got up to leave, my bulge was so huge, it was so obvious I was rock hard. I pulled at my jeans. The erection let up a bit as I headed to the pool, but i stayed very aroused. I really needed to take care of my urge, but by the time I got to the pool, there was no time for anything other than getting our swim gear and loading up.

"I can't believe how f-ing horny I am," I said to Zach. "There is no way I get through this meet without boing a boner."

"Just do not think about it," Zach replied. Zach always had way more self control.

After getting in my swimsuit, I took a cold shower, which helped calm my almost erect state. Zach and I headed out to the pool area. It was a great day, our pool was outside. Ten lanes with team benches along both sides and spectator seating around. An adjacent eight lane pool was being used for warm up swims. "It was an awesome swimming complex," i explained.

Zach and I finished a warm up swim. We went and sat on our team bench. Kyle, a sophomore swimmer sat next to me, Zach on my left, Kyle on my right. Kyle was a very attractive guy, with amazing legs and a cute smile. We had become good friends, far beyond teammates. He was a great swimmer. He had not accepted it yet, but he was also gay, having no interest in girls, as he shared one night after a few too many beers. One day, he would accept who he was, until then I remained his swim mentor and friend. So here we were, lined up on the bench. As the warm sun dried my suit, the urges of release began to stir. Kyle had his hand on his leg, but it also touched mine. Zach's upper leg rubbed against my left outer leg. I felt my anatomy swell, quickly becoming fully erect. The tight and tiny swimsuit struggling to hold me in. I was getting hard as I relived the story.

"Holy crap, Ryan, what did you do?" Kelly asked. He was massaging his own erect manhood in the cute Funky Trunks he was wearing. "I cannot imagine," Kelly continued.