[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Dylan was having little success other than getting himself all worked up chasing the cute server at the local watering hole. His tight jeans had become tighter, and his man bulge more pronounced, but it was clear the only action he was going to see was whatever he made happen inside his Levi 505 jeans. Sara was as cute as a button, and she flirted with him just fine, even led him on a bit, but her interest ended at that or that was as far as she was ready to take it. Dylan retreated to pool with the guys, a few more beers, and then a big dilemma. Like any guy, when he was focused on what attracted him, he blocked out most of the rest of the world. As the crowd wound down, Dylan tried to remember what Erik and Ben had told him. Was he supposed to just go back to Jack and MaryBeth’s, he wondered? He was convinced that he was supposed to pick the guys up, but he had not paid attention to any of the details.

“Holy sh-t,” Dylan thought. “I have no idea where they are.” Not only was he confused, he was completely wrong. Brad had said he’d get the guys back to the house. Dylan clearly had not paid any attention.

“Hey Sara,” he asked as she gathered empty bottles from around the pool table. “Do you have any idea where my brother and Ben went?”

“Yeah, they went off to Brad’s house,” she replied. “They all left about two hours ago,” she added. “What, did you forget about them?” she said in a wisecrack.

“Seriously,” Dylan replied, “I was supposed to go get them, do you know where he lives?”

“No idea,” she teased, leaving him hanging. She went on about cleaning tables.

“F..k,” he whispered under his breath. He had no idea where he was supposed to go and was sure he had screwed up. Sara smiled as she watched him freak out. Finally she relented.

“Take the next right and follow it as far as it goes, it ends at his house,” She advised to a relieved Dylan. “It gets really narrow, but keep going.”

Dylan thanked her and paid his bill, leaving her a nice gratuity. He headed out the door. His jeans still tight, his desires unfulfilled. He would deal with that alone, later.

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Jack had his legs wrapped around MaryBeth’s, feeling her on him and she could feel him rub against her. He was still struggling to hold back, as they snuggled and watched the stars. He could feel his body wanting to surge, as his anatomy continued to get more and more aroused. MaryBeth smiled to herself as she thought about the first time the two of them had a similar romantic session on the beach in their early dating days. It was then that she became aware of Jack’s fascination with swimsuits.

“Gorgeous sky,” she said to him, “the stars are so bright.” Her hand rubbed along the back of him, across his butt. She pressed him into her, which made him even more aroused.

“Yes, it is,” he whispered. His own hands exploring her. He kissed her again, deeply. He could feel himself starting to lose the ability to hold back. “Oh man,” he whispered as he tightened the grip of his legs around hers. She knew he was close. She loved watching him struggle and then finally succumb to his own urges. She slid her hand down his front and across his bulging anatomy, gently caressing him fully.

“You sure have filled out this swimsuit,” she whispered.

“Oh, MaryBeth,’ he whispered. She was driving him totally past the limit. She knew it. They embraced in a deep kiss, her hand really working him. She felt him start to pulsate a bit, as he flexed himself into her. She loved making him crazy, he was so animated.

“Oh man, I can’t stop,” Jack said as he felt himself reaching that pivotal moment. She stroked him several times as his body began to shake from his struggle to retain control. Finally, he succumbed, as the first explosive release sent a shockwave of thrust through his body. She felt him jolt in her hand, tightly encased in the swimsuit. “Oh wow,” he said as he released several solid blasts, the inside of his suit soaked. She kept her hand on him, kissing his chest.

“Such a handsome man when you get aroused,” she whispered. She enjoyed he feel of the aftershocks of release that followed the big explosions. She kept him aroused for quite a while as they laid there and enjoyed the stars. In fact, they continued their romantic adventure as Jack made MaryBeth the focus of his affection, bringing her to the same point he had just enjoyed.

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The guys sunk deep into the water taking in the dark, clear night and the sky full of brightly lit stars. Erik had moved closer to Ben, who now had his hand resting exactly in the right place between Erik’s legs. His gentle rub was doing its magic, keeping Erik in a perpetual state of arousal, which had been spurred on by the images of Brad in his sheer white swimsuit. Ben and Erik looked at each other, they gave each other a knowing smile, Erik having that very sensuous look in his eyes, wanting to take the adventure further along.

“This is an awesome night,” Brad said as he placed his right hand on Ben’s left leg, again. This time he went further up, meeting the leg band of his Speedo swimsuit. His fingers reached down between the legs, creating a very interesting sensation within Ben’s anatomy. Ben was positioned down, so Brad’s fingers rubbed the exact part of Ben that really mattered. He was quickly responding. Brad was already there, but wanted to take it slow. Ben, who had his right hand on Erik, managed to return Brad’s touch with his left.

“Oh man,” Erik said aloud, as his by was being pushed to the limits of erotic stimulation. He could feel himself quickly getting to a fully hard state. Ben smiled at him as he watched Erik’s eyes express the level of pleasure he was getting from the underwater massage. Ben was enjoying the feel of his anatomy, the art of the male human body, as much as Erik was enjoying the workout Ben was giving him. His suit was tight, gripping the outline of his parts.

As much as Erik was the poster man of self-control, Brad was the polar opposite. Ben’s touch quickly brought Brad to full arousal, driven by the desires he had been feeling all night. For Brad, it had been a long time since he had the pleasure of spending sensual time with another guy, let alone two. It was far more than his body could keep control of. Ben could feel Brad’s rapid rise to a penultimate state of excitement, his white, sheer suit now fully stretched around his almost pulsating anatomy. Brad’s grip on Ben had shifted from one of exploration and sensuality, to an expression of Brad’s near climatic state.

A deep moan came from Brad as he adjusted his position slightly, pushing his mid-section harder into Ben’s hand. “This is wicked,” he whispered, as he felt his body starting to reach the final phases of what he really wanted to hold back. Ben had the hard role, he was the working guy between the two, trying to balance his lust for what he was doing t Brad with his desire to enjoy the pleasure of Eric, his most favored guy ever.

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Dylan made his way down the dark lane. He was sure he had been hoodwinked, but he kept repeating Sara’s advice to just keep going. It was dark, pitch black, but for the headlights, and really a bit scary alone. He thought about turning back. But there was no place to do so. He really only had one choice. Like any scared guy would, he rubbed his crotch in the tight jeans as he weaved the care through the tightly wound lane. The crotch rubs were not for erotic pleasure, but he somehow took comfort in the subtle reminder that he had balls. Maybe he was also enjoying it, too. He had reached the narrowest part of the road, where the gravel turned to two wheel ruts separated by tall weeds. He bristled at the sound of the weeds rubbing along the underside of the car, as if a monster was clawing to get in. Far ahead he thought he saw lights. He was, in fact, that close.