[SwimTeamSpeedo]

After watching the lake, holding hands, and enjoying the peaceful morning as they settled down from their run, Ben and Erik grabbed their googles off the deck and jumped into the lake. The cold, clear water felt awesome after their run. Jack was nowhere to be seen, they were not even sure if he was up, yet. The water was still fairly calm, a slight ripple of windblown waves out of the west, but nothing like the lake could get once the wind picked up. Ben came close to Erik as they stood in the water. Ben then slipped behind Erik, rubbing against his cute butt with his front.

“Remember the breathing technique?” Ben asked Erik as their two bodies touched. Erik felt that Ben was getting very turned on.

“I think so,” Erik replied, as he broke their moment and started to demonstrate his skill.

“Looks good,” Ben encouraged Erik after the quick demonstration. Ben adjusted himself, enjoying a quick self massage. “See that floating dock?” Ben pointed out pretty far down the lake to the east.

“Yeah,” Erik replied. “That’s a long way,” he added, knowing what was coming next.

“Let’s see if we can make it there and back,” Ben challenged. “Slow and easy, and we can stay closer to shore in case you get tired.”

“I won’t get tired,” Erik replied back snidely. “You forget who is the better runner,” he added. The competitive urges showing through.

“Okay, cowboy,” Ben replied. “Didn’t mean to piss you off.”

They both smiled at each other. As good as they were as friends, they were equally as good as competitors.

They set off, Ben slightly ahead and to the left of Erik. Erik liked the position just fine, he could watch Ben’s still somewhat enlarged bulge hang in the water as he swam, his white drawstrings dangling down, as well. “He’s so awesome,” Erik thought to himself as he admired the muscular body slice through the water. Ben held back his pace, which was far faster than Erik’s, but he didn’t want to leave his best friend alone on what was his first real long swim.

Dylan slipped on his cranberry Birdwell shorts, commando, no shirt. He loved the feeling of being unrestricted in the shorts. For Dylan, the freedom of his anatomy inside the shorts was somewhat of an erotic sensation, from which he always got a little hard at first, tenting the front of the shorts. A few pulls and tugs followed by a wiggle of his legs eased the tenting effect, his cock now hanging downward into his left leg opening. He ventured out on the deck, the house was quiet. MaryBeth was still asleep after the wild night Jack and she had. Dylan watched the Ben and Erik were making their way up the lake.

The guys glided past the dock where Ryan and Zach had practiced the night before. There was no activity at the house, the two boys had left long ago for a long swim practice. They hear only a dog bark at them from the deck on the back of the house. Further down the lake, the water now quite a bit deeper as the lake sliced past the base of a large hill, they met head on with two guys in kayaks coming the other way.

“Keep it up, looking great” the guys called out as the swimmers passed. Ben raised his arm in a wave as he stroked. The guys stopped and watched as Ben and Erik continued along the southern shoreline on their eastward trek.

“Wow, there’s a lot of swimmers out this morning,” the one guy said to the other.

“Yeah, I see the first guy quite a bit, but these two are new,” came the reply. They had passed Jack well down the lake already. Jack was on an ambitious four mile swim. They met with him just about at this turnaround. As the guys continued east, Jack was already making his way westerly toward them.

Dylan ventured onto the dock, watching the two swimmers well in the distance. He wondered how far they were going. He was amazed at his brother, whom he had never thought of as a swimmer. He smiled to himself, rubbing his chest and stomach. He glanced down at his shorts hanging low on his hips, the bump out from his anatomy slightly showing.

Ben looked up and spotted the floating dock, probably now a quarter mile away. He breast stroked a few strokes. “Not much more,” he called to Erik, who heard him, but did not respond.

The swimming dock was out in the deepest water they had swam in, but for their jumps off the boat. Even in the clear water lake, they could not see the bottom as they swam out toward the dock. Erik got a little nervous as he realized that he was in water well over his head, feeling his pulse quicken. His mind told himself to relax, as they made their wide, sweeping loop around the dock.

“A red ball caught Ben’s attention as they started to head west. The waves were now against them, and the chop had picked up considerably since they started, a product of the stronger winds. As Ben watched, he saw the arm stroked of a swimmer along with the bobbing red ball. He realized that what he was actually seeing was Jack, probably 150 feet further out from the shore, making his way up the lake.

“Whoa, what a stroke he has,” thought Ben as he watched Jack move quickly pass the two of them. Jack had not even seen the two guys.

Ben glanced over at Erik, watching as Erik fought the slapping waves. They bobbed a bit from the swells of the increasing waves. The swim back being much harder than the swim out. Erik slowed a bit, lifting his head out of the water to figure out where they were. They were swimming back further out from the shore in deeper water. Erik put his head back down and forged on. He had lost sight of Ben, who was actually slightly off his right leg.

Dylan watched as Jack passed in front of the dock just up the lake, the same one where the two teens had been hanging out yesterday. He was impressed at how smooth and graceful Jack looked in the water. His brother and Ben were both further back, and clearly moving slower. Jack was showing the skilled swimmer he was. Dylan grabbed his googles and jumped into the lake. The cold water sent a shockwave of chill through his body, ending any aroused feeling he still had lingering from his earlier activities. He doused the googles and slipped them on, setting out on a slow swim toward the other two guys.

The three young men met up at Ryan and Zach’s dock, setting the dog off again. Ben treaded water\, calling out to Dylan. Erik saw his brother, but he continued to forge ahead in the swim. Dylan looped behind them, pushed hard and came side by side to Ben. This set off a race between the two, actually the three, but by the time Erik realized what they were doing, he was already out of contention.

Ben pushed hard, and quickly took a lead. Dylan was not nearly as skilled as Ben, but he gave it his all, despite the drag he could feel from the long legged shorts. On the dock, Jack watched as the three guys raced toward him. Ben was now well out in front, Dylan second, but in a bigger shock, Erik was rapidly catching up to his older brother. They finished in the same order, but had Erik had just a hundred more feet, he would have taken his brother. Even Jack was impressed by Erik’s swimming progress. The guys gave each other high fives, and maybe a bit of jousting over who really was better. Erik actually felt the most victorious, given that just a day ago he struggled to get not even half as far.

“Time to eat,” Jack said as the guys each climbed on the dock. Jack was wearing a Black and green Speedo brand suit that fit him well. Erik was still in his black and gold Speedo, which mirrored Jack’s but for the different contrast color. Ben was also rocking he yellow and blue Arena he had on in the morning run. Of the three suits, Ben’s was the tightest and most form fitting.

“These shorts suck for swimming,” Dylan said, putting the last part of his plan in action. “I’d have beat you if I had on a Speedo.”

“See, dude,” Ben replied. “Told you.”

Jack smiled as he listened to them. Finally he asked, “What size are you?”

“I don’t know, thirty, maybe,” Dylan replied.

“Perfect,” Jack replied. “That’s my size, too.”