[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Dylan took a long, hot shower, enjoying the warmth of the steamy bathroom, He thought about doing more than just showering, even teasing himself a little, but opted not to. As he toweled off, he eyed Ben’s swimsuit hanging on one of the towel hooks. It was the one he wore the first day, the one with the splashes and streaks of color, the one Eric liked so much the other morning. Ben had washed it out and left it to dry. Dylan’s eyes kept wandering over to the dangling little swimsuit as he stood there naked brushing his teeth. Finally he plucked it from the hook and held it up, inspecting it closely.

“How do they wear something so small.” he thought. Like all swimsuits, it looked much smaller off the body in its original form. A twinge of arousal rusted in him. He was becoming more curious. He held it up to himself in the mirror, imagining what he would look like in it. He stepped back, and checked himself in the mirror with the suit held in front of his body. Dylan was a rugged guy, muscular but not as sculpted in the abs as his younger brother. He had a flat stomach, smooth chest, and well defined upper body, stronger on top that Erik. The other major difference between them was that Ben was cut, while Dylan was not, which always struck both of them oddly. This slight difference gave Dylan a thicker look in that area, and in tight underwear the outline on Dylan showed, just as it did on Ben in his swimsuits.

Dylan hung the suit back up and started shaving, but he kept thinking about it. Outside he could hear Eric and Ben as they came back from their run. They were going in the lake, so he knew he would not be disturbed. He wiped his shaven face clean of residue foam and grabbed the suit again. He checked the size, it was smaller than he would wear, but close, only a couple inches different. Plus it certainly stretched. He really wanted to see and feel how it would fit.

Dylan finally gave in to temptation. He slid the suit up his legs and pulled it over his anatomy. As expected it was tight, but he watched as the material stretched across him. He took his hand and adjusted himself inside the suit, tying the strings. He noted that Erik wore himself up in his suits, so he tried that first. The feel of the tight fit was certainly arousing, and his body started to respond. He stepped back and looked in the mirror at himself. Despite his earlier thoughts about the suit being too small, he actually thought he looked pretty cool. Sure he was almost hard, but that would go away, and he liked the way it showed off his legs. He also really liked his bulge, which he would never admit to anyone.

For the next several minutes, Dylan tried different positions. He ticked himself down, which gave the suit a much more modeled look. He actually liked that position better, a little less anatomically obvious in his opinion. His semi hard anatomy, however, still prominent even in the tucked position. He tried to the left and to the right. Each time he adjusted, he gave himself a quick stroke, which added to his excitement. Dylan turned and tried to see how his backside looked. For what he could see, he thought it looked awesome, albeit tight. Dylan turned back around and ran his hands all over himself, feeling the tight lycra material wrapping him up. He imagined what it would be like to be with a pretty young lady on a beach, she in a bikini and him in this swimsuit. He smiled at the thought.

Nearly rock hard, Dylan slipped the suit off and returned it to the hook. Ben would never know. Naked once again, Dylan finished up what he had not completed in the shower. He also had to figure out how to get Erik to lend him one of his suits. Dylan had an idea.

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