[SwimTeamSpeedo]

It was late and the guys had not shown up. MaryBeth was worried about where they were and what might have happened. Jack urged her not to worry. “Probably met up with some guys at the bar and are right now having a crazy time,” Jack said as MaryBeth contemplated what to do. “Do they even have out number?” Jack asked. In the small town there was not a police force, she could call the State Police, but they would take forever to come up and check things out.
Finally, the phone rang. It was well after 11. It was Brad from across the lake. “We saw your lights were still on, so I figured it was safe to still call,” Brad explained. MaryBeth was relieved to hear that the guys were safe and sound. Exactly as Jack had said, just having fun and got carried away with time. They knew Brad and his family so she was relieved to know who they were with and where they were.
“You were right,” she explained to Jack. “They are going to stay the night at Brad’s.”
“See, I said they were fine,” Jack replied as he gave her a big hug. He actually liked that they had the whole night alone, he was ready for a little more excitement with MaryBeth. The lights went out shortly after, but the action did not stop for quite some time.
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The guys pulled on T-shirts over their swimsuits and broke out the pool cues and balls. It was a perfect setting for a night on the lake. Swimsuit clad guys playing a late night game of pool. None of the guys seemed too inhibited by the situation, Erik actually found it a little humorous playing pool wearing a speedo. “You swim in a pool in a speedo,” he thought, “makes sense to play pool in a speedo.” He chuckled at the irony.

They all loaded up on another round of wine or beer. Brad brought out yet another bottle of wine, and a couple of bottles of beer in a cute little “Welcome to the Lake” ice bucket. Things were clearly going to get loose, or they were all going to pass out, maybe both. Their youthful bodies processed the liquor fast, age clearly not catching up with them. Hey were feeling little inhibition, lots of laughter, and maybe for a few of them a whole lot of lust.
“Guess we are not swimming tomorrow,” joked Erik with a poke at Ben.
“Um, maybe not… we’ll see replied Ben. “Definitely not running!” Erik laughed and patted Ben on his cute butt. He wanted to do more, but he was not sure how far to push his open acts of affection.

Brad broke out some chips and salsa and opened a bucket of cookies, which quickly started to get devoured. The first game was Ben against Erik. Ben got the break, which failed to produce any pockets. After his first shot, Ben proclaimed he was getting hot as he ripped himself out of his T-shirt, now back to being just in his Arena brand suit. They had been in the dark most of the night, this was the first time anyone of the guys got to see Ben in his swimsuit in the bright light of the well-lit pool room. Ben was sporting a hot red and blue suit, with a tight fit, albeit a bit stretched out from the hours he spent on the edge. It fit him nicely, really nicely. It gave him a confident masculine look, properly featuring his best assets. Erik about boinged a huge erection right there, Brad’s eyes about exploded out of his head.

Erik took his series of shots, sinking three balls before missing a tight angled side shot. He was certainly distracted by Ben in his hot swimsuit, but when it came time to win the game he had no trouble capturing his focus. Ben rebounded back with a string of sinks, but lost the game on a premature sinking of the eight ball. So far, but for Brad, it was the only premature event of the night. Erik celebrated by literally tearing off his own polo shirt. He did not really intend to tear it off, but his exuberance got the best of him. The torn shirt revealed his cute green background Speedo, with red, blue and yellow swirling stripes that ran throughout the suit. It was a tight fit of Lycra against his well primed male parts. He was not as aroused as he was in the hot tub, but he certainly filled the suit out well, and against his very firm and muscular legs he was exactly the eye candy Ben enjoyed.

Brad and Dylan went at each other in the second game. Erik smiled each time Dylan leaned into a shot, revealing the tight black and colorful swimsuit he still had on. Erik was surprised his brother was still wearing it and had not switched back to shorts. He certainly filled it out well, and Brad could not stop taking long looks at Dylan in it, Erik noticed. Erik was absolutely certain that it would not get beyond that, but Erik did not know of the footsie game in the hot tub earlier. Just maybe there was a chance, and Brad was going to try. But first they had a game to play.

As Brad and Dylan played, Erik came up behind Ben and wrapped his arms over Ben’s shoulder, rubbing his chest. The close in fit allowed Erik’s front bulge to nestle against Ben’s cute butt. Both of them immediately started to get very aroused, Ben’s suit visibly filling out as he grew hard, rising the suit at an angle to his right side. The response on Ben was quick, bringing him rapidly back to the edging point where they left off. Erik was not far behind, as his hands continued to massage Ben’s awesome pecs. It was driving Ben wild, and with the free flowing wine, he was just loose enough to let it all happen in complete display to Dylan and Brad.

“Holy f..k, you are making me hard,” Ben thought he whispered to Ben. It was enough, however, to catch Brad and Dylan’s attention.

“Dude, just yell it out there,” Erik said with a chuckle.

“Listen, if you two want to just take it all the way, we’ll sit here and watch,” Dylan said with a grin.

“Maybe even join in…” Brad teased, as he touched Dylan on the shoulder.
Erik slid his hands back off Ben, letting them both settle down. “Maybe later..” Erik said as he slipped away, doing nothing to really hide how erect he was in his own tight and tiny swimsuit. Dylan gave his brother an accepting smile. It was all okay, and Erik really felt cool about how Dylan was reacting. Not the out conversation he expected, but at least it was happening.

Dylan took total control of the pool game, wrapping the game up in four shots. It was late, Ben and Erik had other things on their minds, so the guys agreed to call it a night. They would leave the championship game for another time. Brad offered up the guest room for Ben and Erik, and gave Dylan the small guest alcove adjacent to Brad’s room. The perfect host, he even offered up three new toothbrushes and fresh towels. The guest room had a single king size bed, Dylan had a double. Brad had a queen size bed.

“You guys need anything to sleep in?” Brad asked

“I am fine like this,” Erik replied. He had no intention of shedding the swimsuit. Ben nodded in agreement.

“Hey, get some sleep,” Dylan offered up with a grin. He knew that they had other things they wanted, maybe even needed to do first. Dylan knew he did, too.