[SwimTeamSpeedo]

We had a really great workout in the lap pool, which was a full 25 yards long (yeah, a bit shorter than the university pool). It was actually two lanes connected to the recreational pool. We didn’t do our usual workout, instead a shorter version, allowing us to get out to the beach sooner. The day was evolving to be real nice, unseasonably warm and a full sun. I lifted myself out of the pool and stood there watching Joe, letting the sun soak in and warm me up from the cool water. The water drained from my suit, leaving it cling closely to my anatomy.

“Ready for the beach?’ Joe asked, more as a statement than question. He slid backwards onto the pool deck and then stood up. He looked at me and smiled.

“Can’t wait” I said back. I tugged my suit from its cling.

Joe grabbed his shorts and T-shirt, but did not put them on. I wore only my awesome new suit down to the pool, the gift from Joe. Joe grabbed me by the waist and slid me around toward the beach. “Lead the way” he said as he slid his hands off. We grabbed two loungers and set ourselves up just above the tide line. The three guys we saw earlier getting ready to surf were straight out in front, well into the surf. A few other folks had set up on the beach, but it really was still quite empty.

We laid out our towels and slid the chairs close together. I threw myself down on my back into the chair, the sun hitting my whole body. I slipped the strings out from under the suit so they were still tied, but hung over the front. I fidgeted with them a bit. Joe’s eyes fixed on my strings. “Cute,” he said, “gives you that relaxed, casual look and draws the eyes to the right place”

“I really like the look of the strings out” I said, “but I keep them tucked for swimming.”

“That explains why at meets I always see you pull them out after your events, then tuck them in again before the next”

“Wow, you really notice that?” I asked back. “It also feels a bit more carefree”

“Hey, I pay close attention to you at your meets” Joe replied with a smile. “Who wouldn’t?”

Joe really knew how to make me start to feel sexually charged with his talk of attention. I was enjoying the sensation. I spread my legs a bit and checked myself out as I laid back in the lounger. It was an indication of how my day was going to be; excited, aroused, and bulging out in just my red print suit. I laid my hand on the inner part of my upper leg, feeling it against myself.

“You should lay out” I said to Joe, who was still standing up.

“Be right back,” Joe said. “We probably need a few things.” With that, he slipped on his shorts and he headed back toward the condo.

I laid back and closed my eyes for a few minutes, then watched the three surfers ride the waves in. They looked like black silhouettes in their full wetsuits against the blue backdrop. I never had tried surfing, but it sure seemed like they were having fun. “Maybe one day…” I thought. I closed my eyes again and could feel myself start to drift into sleepiness. I had one arm on my side and the other still on my upper leg. My mind started thinking about Scott.

The sound of Joe setting something up brought me back to life. “I grabbed us some drinks and snacks” Joe whispered. “Sorry to wake you, looks like you were having a nice dream.” Joe set a small table ahead of us and had a small cooler. “I got water, Gatorade, and a couple of beers, just in case” he announced. He also had a whole bag of various snacks, cookies, and chips. “All the stuff an athlete shouldn’t eat” he said.

“You’re awesome” I replied. I thought it was really nice of Joe to go do that. I watched as he shed the shorts, revealing the same suit I had on. I thought that was really cute, too. “Now, you need to relax.”
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We laid back on the loungers and watched the surfer guys as they did their thing. I have to admit they looked like they were having lots of fun. One of them caught a good ride, and he looked impressive as he rode it way in. He stood tall on the board, bent knees. His smile was engaging. His excitment reached deep into anyone watching and made them feel the same ride. I was on that board with him in my mind.

“Damn, he’s pretty good” Joe said.

“Yes, he is” I replied. "Cute, too."

“That suit sure clings to him” Joe added. "And yes, cute."

I smiled at Joe. “They do fit pretty tight,” I said in reply. We both watched as his tightly fitted body laid on the board and paddled back out, his legs flexing back and forth. He had some real power. We watched a while longer in silence.

We both eventually laid back and closed our eyes. My hand met Joe’s as I reached between the chairs. After a few touches, we took and held each other’s hand. I looked glancingly at the two of us in matching swimsuits and smiled. Joe was far more fit than even most guys my age, and I thought how much of an inspiration he was to me to be as fit as him when I caught up to his age. Joe had an astounding nice body, and his suit fit him well, displaying a nice prominent mound of masculinity. I was sure he had no idea how great he really looked. Joe clasped my hand a little tighter. His grip made me feel warm inside. We both took in the moment, the sun and warmth feeling great on our bodies.
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“How about a walk” Joe whispered to me as my eyes opened. I clearly had fallen asleep and must have had quite the dream, because I was rock hard. I looked down at my bulge which was as large as Mt Katahdin (the biggest in Maine, where I grew up). Joe never said a word about my state, but from what he did say, he surely noticed.

“You must have had a fun dream” Joe said after he mentioned the walk.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I said. “Maybe a quick dip in the water then a walk sounds great”

“I know a great burger stand on the boardwalk. We can grab some lunch, if it is open this early in the season.”

I nodded as I trotted out to the water. I ran til the waves hit the mid section of my body. A few hits of cool water and all was back to normal, except for that feeling of arousal that seemed to be brewing in my as the day went on.

“Bet that felt good” Joe said as he met me. He was up to his ankles in the surf. “Let’s show this beach what two hot guys look like” he added as he grabbed my hand.

We headed toward the main part of town as we ventured into a deep conversation about growing up and finding yourself. On that walk our relationship started to take on a far deeper meaning. The fact that we were in matching suits was moving beyond just a cute thing.

“Oh cool, it’s open" Joe said with dramatic excitment, breaking into our deeper talk.

I looked up at what he eyed and saw this tiny burger and fries stand, the kind where you walk up to a window and order. Joe wrapped his hand around my waist and turned me toward the boardwalk.

“Prepare to be amazed” he said. “Best burgers I ever had.”

And so it was the very best burger I had ever had. I am not sure if it was the food, the company, or the continuation of our deeper talk that made it so. I know to this day that burger was and will always be the best burger we both ever had. In that simple walk and lunch, our relationship found its real meaning. Or, maybe, we found it.

Is this the end? Should there be more... hmmmm