[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Rather than rush into the locker room after our warm down swim, we decided to sit in the stands and watch some of the other events finishing up. Finally, I thought, a chance to really get to know each other. We sat on one of the bleachers near the starting blocks, Phillip to my left. We were both still wet from the warm down swim, and the water glistened off him. “It feels good to be done for the day”, Phillip said, leaning back, resting his upper back against the bench of the seats behind us. His legs spread moderately, creating an almost sensual look. I could feel my interest rising as I took in the view of him sitting there.

“Yeah, but we go again tomorrow,” I replied, “need to get some good rest tonight.”

“Tomorrow, its not going to be you by a hair,” Phillip challenged, smiling. His first reference to how our race turned out.

“Hey, what was that tie and retie your suit ritual?’ I asked, referring to his pre race preparation at the starting block. “Never seen that before.”

“Long story,” he replied. Phillip then proceeded to tell about a high school meet, the state finals. He was so excited about the meet that he got on his suit, and rushed out of the locker room. One minor issue, he forgot to tie his strings. He said it was fine for his first event, and he never even realized that the suit was untied. “You know,” he said,” the race suits already fit pretty tight, just didn’t even think about it. Guess I was pretty pumped for the meet” On his second event, after his suit was good and wet from his earlier swims, he got on the blocks. The bell goes off and he dives from the block, hit’s the water, and when he went to kick, he feels this thing holding his legs. “I lost my entire suit, it was down around my knees. So I had to stop, stand up and in front of everyone, pull my suit back up, tie it,” he paused. I was bent over in laughter. “Needless to say, I lost the race, didn’t event go on. The worst part was, I had to climb out and everyone knew what happened. Luckily the water kind of hid everything from view, I mean people knew I had no suit on in the water and got to watch me put it back on, but they could not see it all clearly. So ever since, I untie and retie my suit before every event, and I make sure I retie it before I start practice, too.”

“Well,” I said, “you look mighty hot standing there tying up your suit, gives your fans quite a show.”

Phillip’s laugh and smile were infectious. He looked hot as heck, sitting there laughing and smiling, bare-chested and in that hot maroon suit. As well as we were hitting it off, and as much as it seemed we were on the same track, I could not help but wonder for sure if he was just a nice, hot guy, but straight or was this possibly for real? Whatever the case, just the thought was making the fit of my suit tighter and tighter, and my bulge was certainly getting larger. I was positioned up, and once again I was stressing the top of my suit. Here I was, once again rock hard in my team suit, not sure what I was going to do when it came time to stand up.

I slid my hand down and tried to adjust myself, but that didn’t really help. Phillip looked at me and chuckled, “Man, you need a cold shower or a jump in the pool,” he said, “or something”.

“I know, I can’t believe this” I replied, gently moving my left leg back and forth. I decide there to go for broke, “you’re kind of turning me on,” I added, hoping he would respond in a positive way.

To be continued