[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Ben was just waking when Erik went back into the guest room. Ben had uncovered, laying in just the swimsuit he had on last night. Erik sat on the bed next to him. And gave him a chest rub. Ben smiled at him with groggy eyes. He spread his legs a bit, enjoying the attention Erik was giving him.

“I love the colors in your swimsuit,” Erik said quietly as he continued to rub Ben’s chest. He wound his hand down and slowly traced each color in the suit with his fingers, calling them out as he did. The purple splash was most interesting because of its placement right in the center of the front. Ben twitched a little as Eric followed the purple all over the most responsive parts of him. It was sweet, romantic and erotic. They were both getting very aroused.

“You should see Jack swim,” Erik said as he explained what he had already done. “He is totally amazing; he was in that lake for way past an hour. No wonder he looks so fit.”

“Cool,” Ben replied. “Don’t stop,” he encouraged Erik to continue the color exploration.
Erik laid down next to Ben, head on his chest, and continued to explore the colors, occasionally wandering his hand off to other parts of Ben’s handsome body. Ben was totally getting aroused by the activity; Erik was enjoying watching him become erotically charged. The colors of his suit now stretched to fit his growing manhood, Erik continued to take Ben closer and closer to the explosive physical response that was coming within him. Erik’s hand lightly touching Ben as he wandered all over the front of his suit felt amazing for Ben. Erik slowly caressed across and along him following whatever trail a color made. Ben was growing rapidly inside the tight Lycra material in response to the gentle touch of Erik’s fingers.

“Dude, you got me so horny right now,” Ben whispered. “Oh, man.”

“You’re cute when you are horny,” Erik replied. In the background he could hear dishes clanking in the kitchen area. He also could hear Dylan’s voice. Ben was so into the moment he was unaware of the activity just outside the bedroom door.

“Oh wow, man” Ben said with sensual excitement. Erik rubbed all of Ben’s anatomy and kissed him on the chest. He played with Ben’s nipples with his other hand. This drove Ben wild. “I can’t stop,” Ben announced as he grew rock hard and felt the pressure build within him, rising up through his body. His suit’s stretch strength being fully tested. Ben struggled to hold back, not wanting to mess up his brand new suit, but he knew it was a battle he was going to lose.

“Go for it,” Erik said quietly as he kissed Ben’s chest again.

“Oh man,” Ben groaned, his own hand against the front of Ben’s suit. Between the play on his chest, the kisses and the sensation on his suit, Ben crossed the point of no return. He was as solid as a steel rod. He kept quietly moaning as he came closer and closer.

Erik felt the thrust against his hand as Ben reached the explosive moment he needed. “Oh wow,” Ben exclaimed as he continued to explode, soaking the entire front of his suit. He reached over and hugged Erik, feeling that Erik was totally aroused inside his tight red Speedo.

Just as Ben started to tease Erik, Dylan bounded into the room. Erik jumped up as Dylan came through the door. Ben, trapped in his soaking wet suit, quickly threw covers over himself. It was clear by Erik’s suit that he was extremely turned on, but the action would end there. He tried to somewhat hide his bulging front with his hands, without being obvious about it.

“Let’s get going,” Dylan commanded as he entered. He either did not notice that his brother was rock hard in his red Speedo or he just ignored it. “Looks like you are ready to swim,” Dylan said to Erik. “We need to get sleepy up,” he added as he tugged on Ben’s covers. Ben grabbed back at them, coming far too close to revealing that he had already been very much up.

“Okay dudes,” Dylan replied. “When you finish playing with each other in here, meet me outside.” With that he bounded back out of the room.

“That was close,” Ben said.

“Too close,” Erik replied with a grin. While he was still very much wanting to continue the action, he let it go.

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Erik swapped suits into the Stars and Stripes suit Ben and he both owned. Ben wrapped a towel around him and headed to the shower. While Ben was in the shower, cleaning himself and his swimsuit, Erik reconnected with Dylan on the dock. Dylan was hanging out sitting in the Pontoon boat. His hair was wet from a dive in the lake. Dylan had on a pair of swim shorts, blue and gold, that looked like the really short gym shorts of the day. Erik climbed up onto the Pontoon boat, fresh coffee in hand.

“Someone’s been in the lake,” Erik observed.

“Yeah, that water is cold,” Dylan replied. “You should go swimming, Speedo man,” Dylan added.

“Maybe later,” Erik replied.

The two brothers chatted about how awesome it was up at the lake. They plotted a day that was far too packed to accomplish, but fun to think about. First they would do some wave runner, followed by water skis, then maybe a game of water volleyball, the list went on and on.

“There he is,” Dylan yelled out as Ben emerged from the house. MaryBeth had loaded him with more food to bring out. Ben emerged in green, yellow and red print Speedo suit that he also bought just before the trip. Ben’s collection now slightly outnumbered Erik’s. Erik noticed the new suit immediately, but did not say anything. It fit Ben well, maybe a little tight, but he looked great in it.

Ben was more daring about the water. He set the food down and quickly threw on some goggles. He walked to the end of the dock and did a shallow dive into the lake. The cold water felt invigorating. He surfaced and swam out quite a ways before turning around and swimming back.

“Dudes, get in here,” Ben commanded from the lake. With that he flipped backward and rolled over, swimming aligned with the shore. He had picked a dock down the lake and decided to swim to it and back. It was the same dock Erik saw the two younger swimmers earlier. They had not yet returned from swim team practice.

“I never knew he could swim like that,” Erik said to Dylan.

“Yeah, he is pretty good,” Dylan replied.

They watched as he reached the dock, did a wide circle and started back toward them. They guessed it was a couple of football fields out where he made his turn. Dylan, the ultimate sports fan, measured everything in football fields. Erik then converted the math in his head to regular feet. That said, the calculation was between 600 and 900 feet, each way. Not far on swimmer standards, but impressive enough to the two brothers.

As Ben got closer, Erik donned his own goggles and jumped in. He started swimming towards him, the difference in their skills clearly showing. Ben’s strokes were long and graceful, while Erik looked less refined, almost like he was fighting the water. Ben breathed smoothly to the side, head never lifting out of the lake, Erik would raise his head up to breathe. They met about 150 feet away from the dock. In the clear water, Erik misjudged the depth, surprised when he was not able to stand. Ben treaded water as Erik struggled to regain his control.

“Dude, relax,” Ben said, watching Erik fight the lake.

“I suck at this,” Erik said. He was caught between frustration and jealousy. Despite their deep friendship, there was a slight bit of competition between Erik and Ben, all centered around their mutual sports. “But I’ll kick your ass running later,” Erik added.

“That’s it,” said Ben in reply as they both swam to shallow water and then started to wrestle each other. They carried on for several minutes, Ben getting a few erotic grabs at Erik in the process. Dylan jumped in and joined them, the three wrestling each other with no clear purpose. Ben grabbed Dylan’s shorts and yanked them downward. Dylan had not tied them, so they easily slipped down to his knees. Despite their adult ages, they still had times where they reverted to adolescent games and pranks. Dylan tried the same, but the tightly tied Speedo stayed firmly in place. Unsuccessful, he tackled Ben and pushed him under, Ben kicking back at him, by now Dylan’s shorts had completely come off. Erik tackled Dylan, pulling him off Ben, which then reversed the process and the two of them came after Erik. No one really winning, they finally stopped.

“Where are my shorts,” Dylan asked looking around the lake, standing in the water naked.

“Dude, you lost your pants,” Erik teased him.

“They must be floating somewhere,” Dylan replied, getting more concerned.

“I think we should get out now,” Ben said to Erik, provoking Dylan.

“This isn’t funny,” Dylan replied angrily.

After a search, they finally found the shorts on the bottom of the water. Dylan was freaked out that he might have been trapped naked in the lake. He was certain that the shorts had floated away or sunk and would never be found. He grabbed them and slipped them back on.

“Better tie them tighter,” Ben smirked as he said it.

Dylan, now more at ease and back in his shorts, laughed. “You wait, I’ll get you later,” he replied.