[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Two small cars, eight guys, bags, beer and all the unhealthy snack food we could find finally got on the road for the beach at about 1:30 pm. Zach, Cody, Scott and I road in Cody’s car. The rest of the gang road in the other car. James and Toby from the team were in the other car, along with two guys from the wrestling team, Stuart and Chuck. Alan, the guy from modeling, was going to meet us at the beach on Saturday after his cross country meet, which was going on down there. He was going to bring a friend, as well. We hit the local burger place on the way out, eight guys dressed in everything from tight jeans and T shorts to boardies and tanks, to Zach in Nylon running shorts and a raggedy running shirt. I also had on some shorter cut running shorts, the kind that had unstitched side seams and a Swim team T-shirt. Scott was in a pair of board shorts and had on a university logo T shirt.

Two stops later, we arrived at the beach in about two hours and piled out of the car at the hotel. It was still off-season so we had a hotel right on the water. The guy at the front desk gave us a bit of a hassle because we were all college aged guys, threatening not to let us have room because none of us were over 25 (we were 19 to 22). He finally relented and we got our two rooms, side by side adjoining on the 8th floor. Outdoor heated pool open all year, indoor lap pool, hot tubs, basketball court. We thought we were so cool. Each room was $100 night, which was a big price for a bunch of college guys, but it was much cheaper split four ways. We roomed exactly as we drove down.

We still had a few hours of light left when we got there and the beach and pool were screaming out to us.

“Dude’s I am hitting the beach” Zach proclaimed as he began shedding his clothes to reveal a red and black Tyr suit underneath. All of us quickly followed his lead, shedding our shorts and jeans and replacing them with our suits. We quickly established ourselves as the “Speedo gang“, all four of us in brief cut suits. From the other room, only James wore a brief suit, the rest in boardies or shorts, although Chuck wore some really tight and very short trunks that looked pretty darn hot.

Scott looked amazing in a blue and green print Speedo that matched his eyes. He fit the suit scrumptiously. I had on an orange print Speedo that was one of my favorites and got worn only on special occasions. Cody wore a solid black racer with his strings hanging out, which looked daring. James had on a Black and white Nike suit, the kind that had a seam up the back. I loved the way it made him look.

Within about 5 minutes we were all beer in hand heading down the elevator to the beach. The elevator stopped at the fourth floor and the door opened to let on a middle aged lady. At first she hesitated, because the car was pretty full with all of us, but we made room. She stepped inside. As she took us all in she smiled and said “oh my, such cute guys all of you are.” She certainly checked us out with her eyes. We all laughed as we made our way down to the “beach/pool” level.

In our first ten minutes or so there, we already had broke two rules. Eight guys with beer around a pool that had a “no alcohol around the pool” rule, and we totally ignored the “swimwear must be covered” sign in the elevator. Luckily no one seemed to care.

Zach, Scott and I went out to check out the beach and water. Cody and the rest of the guys were already in the pool. “This is wicked,” Cody announced to anyone listening as he came up from a single lap in the pool. Other than the lady on the elevator and her husband, we had the whole pool to ourselves.

I knew that Scott had never worn a brief cut suit for anything other than swim team. I was impressed that he didn’t seem to be at all concerned. We got out to the water and Zach looked over at the two of us. “Okay, here is the dare,” Zach announced to us, “we all start running from up there (pointing at the crest of the beach” and see who can go the farthest into the water.”

“Can we feel how cold it is first?” Scott asked.

“No, you know it’s cold”

We all set our beers down in the sand and walked back up.

“This is gonna suck” Scott said. We all laughed. With that we turned around and took off.

“Gotta get your head wet” Zach yelled as we hit the water.

“Which one?” I asked.

“The one you think with?’

“So which one is that?” I replied laughing.

“Holy f..k is this water cold” Scott screamed as it hit his mid section.

We all got about mid chest and then dove head first into the next big wave.

“I can’t feel my nuts,” Zach said with a smirk.

We quickly scrambled back out of the water. Our wet suits clinging to us. Looking at each others suits certainly revealed how cold that water was. Our bulges looked like they had gone flat. With no towels, the cold water made the temp outside feel much colder than the 75 degrees it was. We grabbed our beer quickly.

“I’m hitting that hot tub” I stated as a fact. “Hopefully the warm water will help find my nuts.”

The hot tub felt awesome and quickly took the chill off. Scott sat beside me with Zach across. Cody joined us, as did Stu, who I rally did not know well. I sank down so the water was up to my neck. I rubbed my hands up my legs and felt my bulge, happy to feel that I was coming back to normal. For some reason, the cold water and hot water, or something, was making me feel really horny. I looked over at Scott and smiled. He smiled back.

“This is much better” Scott said, as he laid his head back against the wall.

I felt Scott’s knee touch mine. I did not move away, not sure if it was just the close quarters or something else. Scott glanced at me. Zach and Stu were carrying on about needing more beer and who was going to give in to go get some. I slid my hand against Scott’s upper leg, touching it. Scott’s hand joined mine under the churning water. We were clearly making a connection far beyond just two hands bumping in a crowded hot tub.

“All right, I give up,” Stu said. “Who is ready for another?” as he stood up to get out.

“Just bring a bunch down,” Zach suggested as Stu climbed out, his baggy boardies clinging to him tighter than sized down Speedo.

“Anyone want to go back in the ocean?” Zach said with a smart ass smirk.

“Right behind you” I replied, with no intention of really doing so.

“Man, I think I finally am warmed back up” Zach replied.

“I think I am going to jump in the pool,” Zach said as he stood up and climbed out of the hot tub, leaving the hot tub to Scott and I. “You know, this is how they cook lobsters” he added with a laugh.

Scott was silent. He and I glanced at each other and smiled. He slid his hand from mine and then placed it on my upper leg. “Love the suit you have on” he said. “You always have the most amazing suits.” He slid his hand up my leg.

“You look pretty hot in yours,” I replied. He was driving me wild in my already horny state. I had quickly gone full hard. I gently took his hand in mine and laid both our hands together on his upper leg. Just as I did that the timer went off and the bubbles stopped.

“Oh man, what timing” Scott said.

Despite the fact that I was rock hard, I got up and went to turn the timer back on. It was on a post about ten feet away, which meant getting out of the tub. It was just the eight guys around the pool area, the couple had packed up and left. As I got out my suit clung to me, outlining my situation, but I was only out for a couple of seconds.

“Wow, you really have warmed back up,” Scott whispered to me as I sat back down, a bit closer to him. “Me, too” he added. We sat silently watching the guys wrestle each other in the pool, letting our hands explore each other under the water. We were very effectively driving each other wild.

To be continued.... Will Joe come back into the picture????