[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The lakeside road turned to dirt, then really to not much of a lane as the pine needles scrapped along the sides of the Jeep Wagoneer. Brad was driving and Ben kept looking at Erik with the “where the f..k are we going” confusion written on his face. It was the perfect setting for a murder mystery, two trusting young guys are lured into the backwoods by this cute guy, only to be never seen again. The lane had two rutted tire tracks with tall grass that scrapped the underside of the high riding Jeep. It was dark, eerie, and really pretty intimidating.

“Not much more,” Brad said, almost as if he knew Ben and Erik were perplexed. The wagon jostled by the rutted road. Finally up ahead some lights. The guys rounded the tight curve and the road opened. A gorgeous Golden Retriever came running out off the expansive porch to greet the familiar car, his tail wagging wildly as he jumped at the arriving visitors. A gentle bark, as if to say “oh boy, you are home and you brought friends.”

“Awesome,” Erik exclaimed, both about the dog and the house.

“Yeah, his name is Rex. He’s pretty cool, he’ll bark at you a bit, but he’s a sweetie inside.” Brad replied.

Rex did, in fact, bark quite a bit. Not mean barks, more like excited barks. He was as playful as ever. He was a three year old, Brad’s dog through and through. He idolized his master. The house was spectacular. A huge sculpture sat just off the steps on the expansive farmer’s [orch. It was an amazing abstract work, all in glass. The house was huge, a log style, with a deck that wrapped around to the lake side.

“Holy shit, this is gorgeous,” Ben blurted out to Brad. It really was.

“Yeah, it’s my folks place. After I got into college, they tore down the old cabin and built this place. It’s pretty sweet.” Brad explained as he gave us the outside tour. The hot tub sat on the back deck, a giant canvas umbrella hung above it. The lake sat quiet, the moon shining off the water.

“Get in your suits, guys,” Brad asked. “I’ll go in and get changed.” It was clear they were the only ones here. The guys later learned his folks only came on weekends, while Brad stayed all Summer and worked on art. It was his unofficial Summer studio. Ben and Erik slipped off their respect jeans and shorts to reveal their swimsuits. The shed their shirts, leaving them both in just the tight and tiny briefs, Erik’s strings hanging out, Ben’s neatly concealed. Erik was still somewhat erect, which made his suit look perfectly filled out. The two smiled at each other.

“Hey, come in and check the place out,” Brad called as he emerged from his suite at the far end of the house. Brad looked incredible without all his clothes on. He had a smooth, flat chest with six well defined abs. He was in a solid white swimsuit that had incredibly narrow sides, smaller than either Ben or Erik has seen on a guy before. His legs were tight and srong, with muscular quads. But it was his swimsuit that stole the show, so to speak, It was snug, tiny and he packed it with the most amazing bulge in front. Erik’s own suit quickly boinged fuller in excitement.

“You look hot,” Erik said. “I love your swimsuit.” While Ben would have normally gotten bit jealous by Erik’s comment, he had to agree.

“Thanks,” Brad replied as he did a twirl to show all sides. His backside was almost as amazing as his front. “I don’t wear it much, except here when I am alone. I love your swimwear, too” Brad added. Of the two, Brad was taking a big interest in Ben, but he thought both guys were cute. While he was sure they were both gay, there was still the twinge of doubt.

“Let me show you around.” Brad added as he led the way, Erik’s eyes still locked on his snow white swimsuit. The inside was more amazing than the outside, with a huge center set stone fireplace, All exposed wood beams, natural log walls, and hardwood floors. Brad’s suite had a fantastic bedroom with a King bed, its own bath with both a tub and shower, and a sitting room Brad had turned to a studio. A wall of electronic audio equipment and a collection of record albums graced most of one wall.

“This is awesome,” both guys kept saying, as the three swimsuit clad guys wandered the house, Rex tagging along.

“Yeah, I am an only kid, so I am pretty spoiled,” Brad replied. Brad opened a drawer that was stuffed with swimsuits. “This is my collection of swimsuits,” Brad added. There must have been at least 50 or 60 swimsuits in there. “If I am at home, I am usually wearing one of them.”

“Even in winter,” Ben asked with a smile.

“Definitely in the winter, that is when it is most fun,” Brad replied. “A roaring fire, some music, and hanging out in my favorite swimwear.”

“I want to come back and check out your collection,” Erik suggested.

“For sure,” Brad replied. “Maybe you can try some of the out.”

They ended back at the kitchen. Brad opened the refrigerator and asked if they wanted beer or wine. “Got lots of both.” They settled on wine. Brad opened two bottles, a white and a red. He grabbed plastic wine glasses and they each filled them with their choice. “Let’s go check out that hot tub, whatya say Rex?” Brad asked the dog. Rex was as game as the three guys. He ran over to the lake side slider. The guys followed, Brad smiling as the two guys in their tight Speedos led the way. Inside his own tiny white suit, Brad’s body responded to the thought of a fun night with two new friends.

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Jack and MaryBeth arrived back to the house, finding it empty of the guys. A nice added surprise for the couple who had just had a romantic dinner that they did not want to end. As much as they loved the youth of the guys around the house, a quiet evening was well deserved and much needed. It was an unusually warm night for this far north, still in the 70’s. Just as MaryBeth expected, Jack quickly shifted into swimsuit, while keeping on his polo shirt. MaryBeth changed into shorts and a cute summer top she knew Jack liked.

“Hey, let’s grab some wine and go sit out on the Boat,” Jack suggested, giving her a sensual look “Enjoy the quiet and listen to the loons.”

“That sounds wonderful,” MaryBeth replied as she rubbed Jacks butt. He was immediately turned on. She was, too.

Jack grabbed the wine and two glasses, some cheese and crackers and headed out toward the boat. MaryBeth grabbed a blanket and two pillows. Even thought it was warm, she thought they’d like a blanket to snuggle under. . She also grabbed a glass enclosed candle. She followed Jack out the door, smiling at his bare legs emerging from the shirt, unable to see that he had a swimsuit on it looked like he was naked under that shirt. Maybe he would be soon.

They settled on the boat, floating in the calm lake. A loon called out in the night, followed by another, which then set off a chorus of calls. Jack poured the wine and lit the candle. They hugged each other tightly, MaryBeth feeling Jack’s manhood against her. “This is really nice,” she said.

“Yes it is,” Jack replied. He was getting very aroused in his tight suit, but he was enjoying the feeling. They both sat on the lounger in the back of the boat, looking outward to the lake. They toasted the nice night.