[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The plane bobbed its way out to the center of the lake as the guys took in the gorgeous blue sky with only a few high wispy clouds. A bright sun beamed down, shimmering off the waves, creating a bit of glare. A steady 8-10 MPH wind was blowing out of the west, with a few stronger gusts. Jack guided the plane eastward down the lake, planning for a takeoff into the wind.

“It will be a bit bumpy as we climb out, but once we clear the water I’ll bank hard to the left and bring us back across the lake,” Jack explained to the three guys. The plan was to do an air tour of the North Maine Woods, a vast expanse of undeveloped land, used primarily for logging, hunting and recreation. Dylan sat up front next to Jack, Ben and Erik in the back. MaryBeth stayed back, ready for some quiet time. The guys had thrown T-shirts on still in their swimsuits, except for Jack who had also put on a pair of plaid shorts over his swimsuit. The plane idled as Jack scanned the lake with his binoculars.

“Need to be real careful to make sure the runway is clear,” he told anyone who was listening. “In this sun, canoes and kayaks are hard to see.”

He lined the plane up and revved the motor, while he went through a methodical check of all the gauges and controls. Jack was a very careful pilot, leaving nothing to chance.

The plane engine raced as Jack let the plane start its rumbled westward takeoff, the cabin bouncing from the waves. “Here we go,” Jack announced as he rotated the tail flaps, the plane lifting off the lake, vibrating as it pulled upward in a shallow ascent.

“Holy shit,” Ben exclaimed as the plane rocked in the wind. Ben laughed as he watched the color evaporate from Ben’s face. As promised, Jack put the plane in a hard left turn, its wing looking like it was going to hit the lake, the cabin jostling from the breeze. Ben grasped Erik’s leg as they banked hard.

“Cool,” Dylan said, totally in awe. “This is so cool!” While Ben was about to wet himself in fear, Dylan probably was about to wet himself in a different way.

They leveled and Jack pulled the nose steeper, as the airspeed grew to support more lift. The bouncing calmed and the guys in back began taking in the lake. They crossed over the eastern shore on their way to PQI airport where they would gas up before making their way west into the woods. They were on visual flight rules, with little other air traffic in the area, but for a few other recreational pilots.

Erik smiled at Ben as they made their way toward Presque Isle. He thought how funny they looked, flying in a plane while wearing their little swimsuits. Up front, Jack let Dylan “fly” while they were on level flight at 2000 feet. They crossed over several smaller towns and acres of potato farms, finally descending onto the long asphalt runway. Dylan loved watching the plane line up with the runway and then drop down onto it. The guys in back were paying more attention to each other than the flight, each sneaking a touch of the other here and there along the way. Under their shirts, both swimsuits were becoming quite tightly packed as they felt the urges of their close proximity, toughing knees, and sweet smiles.

After lifting back off, they were now at 2000 feet again, Dylan again playing “pilot” under Jack’s watchful eye, crossing over the vast wooded lands. After an hour of flight, Jack banked the plane hard to the west and did a slow circle over a medium size lake nestled between three steep hills.

“It’s a tough landing, but the winds are right,” Jack announced. “Let’s go swimming and exploring,” He brought the plane down between the tall hills, mountains almost, as it bucked and bounced from the diverted wind squeezing between the hills. They splashed down hard onto the lake, harder than Jack would have liked, causing Ben to almost scream. His nails bit into Erik’s upper leg, striking out any sensual feel normally associated with that part of the upper leg.

“Dude, it’s okay,” Erik whispered to Ben. “You can let go of my leg.”

The lake was totally isolated with nothing but hills and forest around it. The water was even more clear than their own lake, which totally amazed the guys. Jack guided the plane to a shallow cove. The large rock formations along the shore were impressive., and they continued into the water, which was dotted with huge boulders of granite ledge that had been blasted away millions of years ago.

“Dylan, can you jump out and grab the tie?” Jack asked as he let the engine stop and the blade stabilized. “Tie us up to a tree on shore.”

Dylan took off his shirt and jumped into the water. It was up to his mid abdomen. “Damn, this is some cold water,” he announced as he went in. Ben and Erik followed. After the guys got the plane secure, Jack climbed out. He had shed his shorts and was back in his swimsuit, this time a purple print Arena.

“Damn, he has more suits than we do,” Ben said to Erik.

“Yeah, I think so,” Erik replied.

Dylan was, once again, the only guy in shorts, his standby cranberry Birdies, commando underneath, but well shrunk up by the cold water. In fact, they were all suffering from shrinkage. The three swimsuit bulges virtually gone from their suits.

Dylan and Jack opted to follow a trail that took them up to the top of the rock ledge. Jack went back to the plane and grabbed their shoes, his shorts, and their shirts. Ben and Erik opted to stay back and “enjoy the lake.” They both wanted some alone time, and the lake excuse would give it to them.

“Just follow this trail,” Jack said. “If you change your mind, but make sure you wear shoes.”

In the silence they could hear Jack and Dylan’s voices as they made their hike. The sounds echoed off the surrounding hills and bounced off the water. Not enough to make out what they were saying, but you knew they were talking.

Ben and Erik found a large tree trunk on its side, in the sun, facing the water. The two guys sat on it, side by side, looking out at the lake. An egret flew along the shore from tree to tree, its massive wings flapping in the wind, making a very clear whooshing sound. The warm sun felt awesome. Ben laid back into Erik, his head on Erik’s lower abdomen, as Erik turned to straddle the log. Erik’s eyes shifted from the lake to the awesome view he had of Ben’s tight, rippled abs, his thin waist, and the way his body molded down to his legs, his cute bulge rising above it all. Erik bent over and kissed his forehead.

Ben smiled at him from his backwards perspective. It was a peaceful, romantic setting, and they were all alone, but for whatever wildlife were lurking in the forest. Jack and Dylan’s trail was taking them high up on the ledge, but even from their angle, Ben and Erik were not visible.

“You’re cute in the plane,” Erik whispered to Ben.

“Yeah, that landing sucked,” Ben replied.

Erik gently rubbed Ben’s face, venturing down to his upper chest. Ben was very much into the moment, his body responding each time Erik’s hands crossed his nipples, one of Ben’s erogenous zones for sure. Under Ben’s head, Erik was also eliminating the shrinkage effects of the cold water, quickly growing in his suit. Erik’s hand slowed on Ben’s chest, as he played with Ben’s nips with both hands. He watched as Ben’s body responded each time he teased them.

“This is awesome,” Ben whispered to Erik.

“Yes, it is,” Erik replied.

High up on the trail, Jack and Dylan continued their trek. The trail was moderately difficult, with a few points where they had to climb rocks to get to higher elevations. They were now about half way there.

“This is the hardest part,” Jack said. “After this it is pretty gentle.”

“Kind of fun,” Dylan replied.

“You brother and Ben are really close friends, I guess,” Jack shifted the subject.

“Yeah, closer than I realized,” Dylan replied.

‘They seem to like the same things,” Jack added.

“Yeah, it’s cool.” Dylan replied.

They continued on the journey, Dylan asking Jack about the house up here and how they were connected to a place this far north. Jack shared storied of his childhood growing up in Fort Kent, which was just a little north, on the Canadian border. Jack started swimming at a young age, did pretty well, and ended up swimming in college. “I guess you could say I swam my way south,” he chuckled as he told the story.

Ben was totally immersed into Erik’s erotic massage of his body. Erik had not ventured below Ben’s mid abdomen, but he did not have to, what he was doing to the upper parts was driving Ben totally wild. Ben’s manhood was pushing hard against the tight Lycra of his suit, getting more and more aroused each time Erik kissed his head and rubbed his chest. Ben moaned as Erik drove him deeper and deeper into arousal.

“Oh man, you are making me crazy,” Ben quietly said the Erik.

“I can tell,” Erik whispered back. “I love watching you this way.”

Erik was also into it, but not nearly to the point Ben was. Ben knew he was close to crossing that point where he could not let Erik stop, he loved the feeling of being trapped in his suit, rock hard and struggling for the control that he was losing. Ben groaned as he felt his body get even more into its state of excitement. He was amazed that the little suit could hold him. As Erik kissed his head, Ben took his own hands and began to gently massage the front of his suit.

Erik slowed a bit, wanting to keep Ben in his aroused state as long as he could. He loved how Ben would wiggle a bit from his torso, as he fought his urges to explode. Erik took Ben’s arms, holding his hands back. Ben’s mid body lifted upward as he pressed into the suit. Despite no touches, he continued to increase in arousal and urge.

“Oh Erik, please, don’t stop,” Ben pleaded.