[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The cold front rolled in from the west with gusty winds and torrential rain, making it feel more like late Fall than mid Summer. From yesterday’s warm sun and mid eighties, today was upper 50’s and bone chilling dampness. The guys all huddled together in the locker room door, all in their tiny swimsuits, waiting for the very last moment to run to the pool. Only a few brave swimmers were finishing up their morning swims, and by the looks of their swimsuits, the water was cold in the unheated, old pool. Chris, the college swimmer, was the last to get out, wrapping up a two hour intense workout. Chris jumped from the pool, standing on the deck in the pouring rain, his CaRioCa swimsuit clinging to him, and his bulge showing no sign of the shrinkage that had impacted the other swimmers.

Chris walked confidently to the locker, as if it was just another sunny day, despite the pouring rain, his yellow very brief swimsuit clinging to him. The guys could hear the girls in their locker room making lustful comments. “Gonna be a wet and cold swim, gents,” Chris said as he turned on a hot shower in the locker rooms gang type showers, totally on display. Allen watched as Chris stood under the hot water. Chris looked so gorgeous, the perfect swimmer body. Chris slipped his hand inside his yellow swimsuit and adjusted the position of himself, as his body responded to the warm water and the attention of all the swimmers, he was growing hard and needed to make room.

Chris did one final douse of warm water, turning to face Allen head on. His suit was wet, tight and fully outlined every detail of his erection. Allen was mesmerized, and rapidly getting very erect himself. Allen smiled at Chris, who smiled back. “You are so cute,” Allen wanted to say.

“Let’s get started,” called the coach. The guys made a fast dash in the pouring rain to the pool, a cute collection of nearly naked swimmers prancing across the deck in their tight swimsuits. Chris was last out the door, walking slowly to the pool, letting the cold rain calm his hot desires.

“Start with a slow and easy 500 warm up,” called Coach Ryan. As the swimmers headed out, coach turned to Chris. “Watch Allen, the bright swimsuit guy. He has lots of heart, but he needs some help on his turns. See what you think.” Chris nodded as he headed over to lane four. Jake, Allen, and Ricky were the three guys swimming in the lane, along with Alicia. Allen was easy to spot in his colorful M&M candy print Turbo swimsuit. Chris watched closely as Allen approached the wall, slowing into his turn. His flip was adequate, but not smooth, and his push was weakened by how far he was from the wall.

“This is going to take some work,” Chris said to himself.

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“I love lightening,” one of the guys said as the team changed in the locker room. The thunder was rumbling loudly as the storm that ended swim practice early took over the sky. The guys all showered quickly, huddled in the gang shower area, some still in their swimsuits, some totally naked. Allen lathered up, then let the soapy water rinse over his brand new suit.

“Allen, where do you find those crazy suits?” Ricky asked. Ricky was a very Latin descent guy with gorgeous bronze skin and a very masculine build. He was a lean, muscular swimmer. “They are pretty wicked cool,” he added.

“Mostly on line,” Allen replied.

“He is a swimsuit freak,” Jake chimed in. “Seriously, he’s got more swimsuits that all the rest of us together,” Jake added.

“I want to see them,” Ricky asked. “I need some more colorful swimsuits to go with my hot Latino blood,” Ricky proclaimed. That got the guys laughing and carrying on. If anyone could rock a skimpy swimsuit on the team, Ricky was certainly at the top of the list.

“Sorry to bust up this party,” Chris said as he entered the locker room, still in his yellow swimsuit, still looking hot. Allen nearly boinged when Chris walked over to him. “After you finish, let’s chat,” Chris said quietly to Allen. That was enough to set Allen on fire, he grew immediately hard. He turned into the shower to try to hide it, but in the tiny Turbo, hiding it was not likely.

“You really like him,” Ricky observed as he watched Allen struggling to hide his very bulging swimsuit.

“Yeah, I mean he is an awesome swimmer,” Allen replied, trying to be cool.

“Hey man, it’s okay. Sometimes I get that way over hot guys,” Ricky tried to put Allen at ease. “Happens to all of us. At least it happens to me sometimes,” Ricky added. He was actually getting a bit aroused as he said it, which made him look even more amazing. Allen picked up on the subtle hint in Ricky’s statement. He wanted to ask more, but left it alone. The two guys finished up their showers, staying in their swimsuits the whole time.

“Maybe we can hang out sometime,” Allen suggested as they dried off near the lockers.

“That would be cool,” Ricky replied. His smile clearly showing he liked the idea.

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“What did Chris want?” Jake asked as Allen and he drove away from the pool in Allen’s beat up old pick up. Allen was wearing a pair of insulated Nike running tights and a sweatshirt, his still aroused bulge nestled between his legs. Jake had on grey sweat pants and a UMaine hoodie.

“Oh, that,” Allen answered. “He thinks my flip turns suck so he is giving me a private session tomorrow after practice.”

“Did he really say that your turns suck, I mean he seems nicer than that.” Jake was getting mad already.

“No, but I know what he meant,” Allen said defiantly.

“Hey, look on the bright side, you get to be with him alone, maybe he’ll wear some really showy swimsuit,” Jake replied. “I know you think he is hot.”

“Stop it,” Allen replied with a smirk. Jake laughed.