[SwimTeamSpeedo]

It was the perfect Northern Maine afternoon, warm sun, gentle winds, and a mild chop on the water to give the wave runners enough bounce to be exciting. Erik and Ben shared one, while Dylan took out the other. Ben drove and Erik was mounted behind him. The guys screamed as the machine bounced through the waves and occasionally hit the wake of other boats. The two machines raced each other down the wide open lake, heading east. They topped out at just over 50 MPH as they zoomed into the wilderness section of the lake, a wide open area of totally undeveloped shoreline and virtually no boat traffic. Erik, who had been feeling amorous all day after the unfinished state of arousal in the morning, found the vibration of the wave runner titillating, compounded by sitting snug against Ben, his legs straddling the saddle seat and wrapping around Ben. Ben could feel Erik against him, which made the ride that much more fun.

Dylan waved to them to stop. The two boats came together in the middle of the lake. Erik put his hands in his crotch area to cover his erection showing bulge. “Hey, let’s go to the beach down at the end,” Dylan suggested. Dylan had changed from his swim shorts and was now wearing a pair of cranberry colored Birdwell Beach Britches, which were much like the board shorts of today, long on the legs and hung low on the hips. Despite the fact that they were so darn long, Ben actually thought Dylan looked cute in them.

“Cool,” Ben replied. Erik nodded agreement. Just as fast as they stopped, they were off again. It was a long ride down to the far end of the lake, but there was a small sandy shoreline. The guys slowed as they began to see the bottom of the lake rising up to greet them.

“I’d rather be here alone with you,” Erik whispered to Ben as the beach drew close. Ben smiled in silent agreement. Erik slid off the back of the wave runner into the water. He needed the cold water to do its magic on him. The lake was up to his chest. Unlike the rest of the lake, which was more rock bottom, this end was sandy with some large boulders mixed in. Erik rubbed himself as he stood on the sandy bottom, he was still sporting a solid erection. He hoped the water would cool his jets, so to speak.

Dylan pulled his wave runner into the shallow water. He grabbed a tie line and tied it to a tree on the shore. Ben followed his lead and did the same.

“Awesome beach,” Ben said to Dylan as the two headed back to the water.

“Yeah, it is pretty cool out here,” Dylan replied.

Erik was still in the deeper water, struggling to lose the evidence of his aroused state, which was hanging on despite the cold water. “Damn,” Erik thought as he felt himself stay as hard as ever. What he really needed was to get himself to a full release, but that was not likely to happen here. His body wanted what it wanted. It was going to be a long and hard afternoon. Ben in his Speedo was not helping the situation.

“Dude, stop playing with yourself and get over here,” Dylan called out.
“Shut up,” Erik yelled back. He headed toward shore. As he cleared the water, the wet suit clung to him like cellophane wrap, outlining his anatomy. He tugged on the front, pulling the tight material away from his body, but not before Ben had noticed and smiled. Erik pushed himself more to the side and glanced down at himself. He wanted so bad to lie out on the beach and let Ben have his way, in fact he needed to. Erik had an amazing ability to stay hard for a long time, which was great in the right situations, but was not working out so well right now.

Ben had pulled the two towels out of the storage compartment of the wave runner and laid them out on the sand. Dylan had done the same with his towel. All three towels were lined up, Erik’s was in the middle. Dylan was off wandering the shoreline, Ben was sitting on his towel, looking cute as ever.

“Man you amaze me,” Ben said as Erik got close. “If I was in that cold water, I’d have shrunk right up…” he trailed off looking at Erik’s enlarged package.

“I thought it would,” Bens said. “It won’t go down, it’s stuck hard,”

“Maybe I can help,” Ben replied. Sliding his hand up onto Erik’s upper leg.

“Oh man, not here, not with Dylan so close,” Erik replied, wishing he could let Ben live up to the offer. Erik flopped down on the towel, on his stomach. He felt his hard self pressed between his body and the sand. Ben took his hand and rubbed Erik’s shoulders and back while Dylan was off playing wilder beast hunter. Erik felt his body start to grow even more. He took his hand and dug a little indent into the sand to ease the pressure and give his anatomy some room, which it would quickly take.

“What’s with Dylan’s long shorts?” Ben asked as more of an observation.

“I know, so much for him in a Speedo, he’s going the other way,” Erik replied. “I didn’t know he had those, but he’s been taking about Birdies for a while.”

“They look cute on him, but they seem like they would suck for swimming and hanging out at the beach.” Ben added.

Ben’s hand rubbed Erik’s butt softly and he slid a coupled fingers down between his legs. Erik loved the sensation. “Dude, you’re gonna make me shoot off if you keep that up,” Erik whispered.

“Kind of the idea,” Ben replied.

“There is a neat trail over there,” Dylan said pointing to the south, as he stood at the spread of towels. The two guys had lost track of him and did not realize he was so close. Ben retracted his hand from Erik’s butt, which Dylan had not really noticed until he saw it move away “It looks like there are moose tracks over there, too,” Dylan continued, making no reference to the activities of Ben and Erik.

“Let’s check it out,” Ben said as he stood. He started walking back toward the trail as Erik got up. He was back to fully aroused, his suit looking like he stuffed a banana in it. He followed behind Ben and Dylan as they ventured to the trail, watching Ben’s cute butt as he walked ahead.

“This is pretty neat,” Erik said from behind. “Let’s follow it for a bit.” The three guys ventured up the trail, two in speedos and one in long nylon shorts down almost to his knees. Dylan was in front, Ben followed, then Erik, who spent most of the time watching Ben’s tight butt and muscular legs. Erik stayed aroused, his body trapped in a state of erotic response inside his tiny Stars and Stripes Speedo.

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