[SwimmerAlan]

“I wonder how much longer before Ryan gets back,” I wondered aloud. Mark was just finishing up in the shower. His freshly cleaned new white suit back on him. I was laying on the bed, my erection still rock hard. It always took me a long time to get back to normal, it had already been almost 30 minutes.

“Look at you, still hard as a rock,” Mark said eyeing my fully filled out suit. I was still almost steel rod hard, straining inside the tight suit.

“I told you, I stay hard a long time.” I replied. “It really can be weird sometimes.” Like right now, I thought.

“That is just crazy,” Mark replied. “Maybe you need help getting it to calm down.”

“Must be a really long run today.” I replied, passing on the offer. I wiggled my legs as I stood and tried to adjust my bulge so my hard state of things was a little less obvious. If things were like they always are, I had at least another 30 minutes before things would ease. “Let’s get breakfast.” We could smell pancakes being made. “The movement certainly might help, too.”

“You want to walk out like that?” Mark asked.

“Not much else I can do, it will be fine.” I replied as I opened the door out to the hallway. My bulge just looked big, tucked down and tight.

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“What the heck do I do now,” Ryan thought as he frantically looked out at the ocean for his lost shorts. “I cannot run back with no clothes on.” He was sure his shorts would float, but maybe not. “How far could they have gone?” Luckily no one was around, at least not yet. He walked out of the water and started walking along the edge of the surf.

The sound of engine startled Ryan. It was getting louder and closer. Ryan saw the cart about 500 feet away heading towards him. Unsure what to do, he waded out deeper into the surf, so he could cover his anatomy.

“Everything okay?” the young guy on the sand buggy asked.

“Not really,” Ryan replied. “I got knocked by a wave and lost my shorts,” he added.

“Lost them? As in like you have no shorts on now?” Ryan was kneeling down in the water.

“Yeah, if I stand up, you see everything.”

The young guy looked around his buggy. It was really more of a cart. “Man that sucks. I got nothing here to help you.”

“You cannot leave me like this. I was running and I am at least five miles out.” And naked, Ryan added in his mind.

“How did you lose your shorts, I mean I have heard of them pulling down, but not falling totally off,” the cart guy asked.

“Long story,” Ryan replied. “Who are you, anyway?”

“Oh yeah, sorry. Robert, beach patrol,” the guy answered. “Basically I pick up trash and guard,” he added, pointing to the cart. Robert was not much older than Ryan. Maybe 18. He was wearing red shorts, life guard type shorts, and a matching red and white guard top. He was really quite handsome, tall and lean. “Hey, I got an idea,”

“Anything, Robert.” Ryan was ready for a solution. “I am Ryan, by the way.”

Robert looked up and down the beach. Seeing no one he said, “come on out, the coast is clear,” he chuckled at the unintended pun. Ryan stood up, revealing his naked anatomy. They were both guys, but Ryan still covered himself with his hands. No fear of a big show, having sat in the cold water. Things were pretty shrunk.

Robert pulled off his red shorts, revealing a dark blue Speedo brand swimsuit. “I never thought my Speedo would come in this helpful,” Robert said as he held the red shorts out to Ryan, who was now alongside the cart. “If you tell me the real story, you can wear these. I can wear my Speedo today.” Ryan grinned as he took the shorts. “You are a pretty good looking guy,” Robert added.

For some unknown reason, Ryan, still naked, started getting hard. Robert’s eyes focussed on Ryan’s fast rising anatomy.

... to be continued...