[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Warning, this chapter has some more graphic content


Joe was all charged up. He had not been this excited about swimming in a good 20 years, well maybe not swimming…diving. He had long ago thought he would never dive again, “just too old” he thought. With a spring in his step and a proud grin on his face, Joe headed to dinner at the “Village House”, a clubhouse where local residents in his retirement community had the option to go for dinner. The meals were included in the monthly fees, but any wine or drinks were cash. Joe loved his glasses of Chardonnay, so when he arrived he connected with some neighbors at the bar. In a way, the Village House was an older folks meat market, at least Joe thought it that, where the single ladies whose husbands were gone sought partnership and, maybe, a little frisky bed action. “Hell, some of the ladies whose husbands are still here go after the hot guys,” Joe thought. Joe was always a hot commodity at the House, largely because despite his own impression of himself, he was extremely fit, lean, and incredibly handsome. Plus, he looked damn hot in his tiny swimsuits at the pool, a feature not lost on the ladies. OF course, while being heavily sought, Joe was never conquered.

“I may not be interested, but it is kind of fun to flirt” Joe always thought to himself. It sure felt good to be in demand, even if the personally wrong way. All in all, Joe was fine with it. Except tonight, his mind was far more tuned to his own needs. Joe was horny for the first time in quite a while.

Back home, after a bit more wine with the neighbors than he really needed, Joe found himself all alone, but his urges had not subsided. He felt as young as ever, at least younger than he felt in years. It had not occurred to him yet, but for the first time since he was gone, Joe’s mind never ventured to Frank. He sat on his sofa and started pawing through all the swimming photos he got out earlier. He sure did look handsome in those days. His abs rivaled any guys, “even Ryan’s,” Joe thought. Truth. It was weird, but Joe really liked Ryan, and he sat looking at his photos wondering if Ryan was having fun. Hoping he was. Ryan was filling a place in Joe’s heart that had never been filled before. A part both Frank and he missed out on. Ryan was the youth Joe and Frank never got to enjoy watch grow up.

Just before bed, Joe slipped on one of his new suits and modeled for himself in front of his tall mirror. As he gazed at himself, he saw a diver stare back, bare-chested and clad in this amazing form fitting suit. “Pretty damn handsome, if I say so” Joe thought. He did a few poses. He felt a feeling come over him as he modeled his suits in front of that mirror. The energy that was rushing through his body was beyond anything he had felt for quite some time. Joe felt young, in more ways than just looking at a very fit guy in the mirror. With that feeling overpowering him, Joe laid down on his bed, still in the suit, and enjoyed every feeling and all the build up that came next. It was a phenomenal night.

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Scott and I got back to the hotel to find the guys all by the pool. They were carrying on like a bunch of college guys would, creating an ocean of wave sin the pool as they tried to outdo each other’s jumps in. Alan had changed into a really hot red print suit, a Tyr, I think. Who was wearing what never slipped past me. Jeff was still in his floral print suit, which really stood out. We quickly went up and changed and joined them. We both opted not to wear our newest selections. I slipped on a really cool green swirl print Nike suit, the kind with the back seam. I loved the way the back seam made the suit fit.

“Jeez man, how many suits did you bring?” Scott asked. “You wear a new one each time we go out”

“Oh, six or eight (I was lying, I had 12).”

“Let me see what you have” Scott requested, reaching toward my bag.

I reached in and grabbed several pairs, a couple I had already worn and some not. “Looks like more than six or eight” Scott said as he grabbed a really awesome Blue and Red print Nike. “You sure like prints and colors” he added as he held up the suit. “This one is cool.”

“Want to wear it?” I asked. I think we are the same size. You must be 28 or 30 waist.

“Sweet” Scott said with excitement as he pulled off his shorts. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely” I replied. “Just don’t mess it up” I smirked.

Scott looked awesome in that suit and he really filed it out. I could tell he was still really charged up. So was I. We both grabbed our towels and the wine and headed back down to the pool.

“Maybe if we get alone, we can try our new suits on again” I said as we got to the elevator.

“Can’t wait,” Scott replied with a smile. In the elevator we hugged, which only made both of us more aroused. Probably not our smartest move, but we could not resist. I felt the tension of my suit hold me back. I sure was huge and hard. We made a bee-line to the pool and jumped in. Nothing like cool water at a time like that.

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After Pizza and beer for dinner, most of the guys decided to head out to check out the Saturday night. Alan, Jeff, Scott and I opted to hang back. We used the pool and hot tub as our excuse. As the guys left, all prim in their best looking shorts and shirts, the four of us did venture out to get some more wine, there was still plenty of beer.

“Jeff and I are hoping to get a peaceful walk on the beach, just the two of us” Alan said to Scott and I, dropping a less than subtle message, and confirming what was already clear. “Hope that’s okay.”

“Cool” I replied. Scott nodded, as well. Both Scott and I were actually more than cool with it. We smiled at each other.

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It was an awesome night. A bright, maybe full, moon. Alan and Jeff were long gone and Scott and I were up in the room on the balcony. While we were effectively driving each other wild, we really wanted to enjoy the beach. We grabbed some big red plastic cups and filled them with wine, almost like one pours a beer. We were both still in the same suits from earlier. We also grabbed a big beach towel.

Well beyond the hotels, where the beach becomes far more private, we found a great spot to just sit and watch the moon glisten on the water. We had the entire beach to ourselves. It was peaceful, romantic and erotic. I laid the towel down and sat on one end of it. Scott sat next to me and then laid out with his head on my lap. In the moonlight, I could see the outline of his body, his chest, abs, suit, and legs. He looked absolutely stunning in the moonlight.

“You make that suit look phenomenal” I said to him.

He smiled back. My hand was rubbing his chest and abs as he laid there and watched the surf. It was driving me wild, and him more wild. His head was right against that part of me. It was interesting the shadow his prominent bulge threw.

“Oh man, this feels awesome” Scott whispered to me.

My hands ventured further down his body and across the suit. I slowly rubbed across his entire body, venturing back to the placed that counted. I could feel him enjoying the tantalization of me teasing him. His eyes were closed and he had this amazing expression on his face. We spent a good twenty minutes as I explored his chest, abs, legs, and mid parts, every once in a while he would sigh.

“Oh man” he said to me at one point. “You are driving me nuts.” I slid out from under him, freeing my own aroused state from under his head, and laid next to him. Our swimsuit clad bodies now fully against each other. Me on my side against him, Scott still laying flat on his back. I loved the feel as my suit front touched his upper leg. It had been a long erotic day, and we were both enjoying the intimacy.

I continued to gently massage Scott’s body, giving key points extra attention. Scott soaked it all in. Scott was rapidly going past the point of control, as much as he tried to hold back.

“Oh man,” he said several times. He was losing the battle, and it was clear by the way he was packed into the suit that he was not able to stop. He arched his back a bit. His body stiffened and he began to explode. I could feel his body pulse with each surge of release.

I was not there yet, but close. Scott slid his right hand up between my legs. I loved the feeling that comes with being just on the brink. I held as long as I could. Scott’s hand stayed there, nestled between where my legs come together, cupping me, as I finally felt the first surges take place. I rolled on my back as Scott held me, my thrusts into his hand, which was now on my front.

We laid there side by side, letting our bodies calm. The waves crashing slightly closer as the tide ventured in.

“Sorry about what I did to your suit” he whispered.

“Nothing the surf won’t wash out” I replied.

We laid there a while ,longer, looking at the stars and holding hands, occasionally sipping what we had left of the wine. As we left, we headed hand in hand into the water for a not so quick rinse in the moonlight and then back to the hotel. Alan and Jeff were in the hot tub when we got back. They smiled at us as we joined them. The rest of the guys were still looking to get laid, a challenge they would lose. Our beach trip had mere hours left.

To be continued