[SwimmerAlan]

Writers note: Graphic content. I debated posting this chapter, but as a story based on true events, I felt like it needed to be here. I think just enough detail to let you decide what happened. On with the story....

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Ryan started running as soon as he hit the hard pack surf. The beach was quiet, free of people, but for one older couple. He headed north, bare chested, his shorts flapping in the wind blowing off the surf, sometimes blowing open wide enough to reveal the sheer inner brief. His anatomy bounced as he ran. He headed north and was quickly away from any civilization. It was just him, one with the sand and surf. Beads of sweat trickled down his chest, soaking into his shorts. Soon the shorts were drenched in salty sweat, clinging to him. Ryan loved running when his shorts were drenched with sweat, an odd sense of accomplishment.

Ryan’s thoughts were on the conversation with Alan. It ended perfectly, with Ryan assuring Alan that their friendship had not changed. “If anything, it becomes stronger,” Ryan had said. He meant it. What he liked best about their close, brother like bond, is the difference in paradigm each has. Ryan runs, Alan swims. Ryan is lean and thin, Alan is more muscular, like a swimmer. “So this just adds another attribute,” he thought to himself.

“I knew all along,” Ryan said aloud to no one as he ran.

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Mark had already changed into his swimsuit, ready for a full day on the beach. He was laying on his back on the bed, feeling the rise of his bulge in the brand new white Speedo brand brief. The suit had red accents on the sides and a red stripe that ran just below the waist. It had that tight new suit feel, the Lycra and light color displaying detail features of his anatomy. Plus he was getting erect.

“You look cute, love the suit,” I said as I entered the room.

“Brand new,” Mark responded. “Where is Ryan?” The question was more opportunistic than curiosity.

“He went for a long run on the beach,” I responded as I laid next to Ryan on the bed. “A long run, I am sure.” Ryan looked so freaking hot laying there. I put lay hand on his chest. His legs were spread open, just enough to really accentuate his bulge.

“How long will he be gone?” Mark asked, his right hand rubbed his growing anatomy.

“Long enough for me to check you out in this hot swimsuit. You are making it amazing.” I slid my hand down and along his waistline, teasing his erotic feelings. “Love the red stripe on the white.” My finger traced the stripe. Mark let out a sigh, maybe a moan.

“Slide closer,” Mark requested. He urged me more until he could feel my bulge against his body. I was getting nearly as hard as he was. I knew this was my first time this close, I was sure it was new to both of us.

“How is this?” I whispered. I eyed how perfectly the white lycra outlined every detail, even the veins of his manhood. His aroused body was graceful and erotic at the same time. He was tantalizing my every desire.

“Perfect,” Mark replied, as he guided my hand lower. He was so aroused he could hardly keep himself under control. He was tucked down, his anatomy pressing hard against the tight suit. I guided my hand along his massive bulge, feeling him press against me. “That feels awesome...”.

I was equally testing the strength of my new suit. I pressed into his side. I was pointed up, my erection fighting to break thru the tightly tied waist.

“Oh man, Alan, you are driving me crazy” Mark whispered. His whole body stiffened as he arched upward. “Oh man... oh man...” Mark exclaimed.


—— to be continued...