[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Writers note: This chapter contains some more graphic descriptions....

Brad and Dylan decided that they were not quite ready to end the night, so they returned to the pool table. Brad got them more drinks and they racked up a fresh game. Dylan lost count of how many beers he had consumed, but clearly he was on a binge. They were going down smooth. The effects, however, were showing in the game. The two guys ended up laughing more than playing, jostling each other over their off kilter shots and missed pockets. By the time it was all over, both guys were out of their shirts, sporting just the tiny swimsuits. Brad was clearly more aroused than Dylan. Dylan had taken note of how huge Brad looked in the tiny white swimsuit, he wondered if he was showing the same well-endowed appearance.

Dylan adjusted himself in the tiny suit. He was feeling amorous and the suit was fitting tighter. He had one string hanging out, the other tucked away, which was ironically symbolic of his state of mind. He smiled at Brad as they finished up the game. Brad technically won, but they weren’t really paying much attention.

“Dylan, you look awesome in swimsuits,” Brad offered up in the quiet moment after the end of the game, as the two guys stood face to face. It was clearly a trial balloon to see what response he got.

Dylan blushed. Liquor free he probably would have bolted, but instead he reacted flattered. “Thanks, you do, too,” Dylan replied. “They feel great on, I mean makes me feel… I don’t know,” Dylan added as he rubbed his hands all over the front of his suit, across his own bulging anatomy. He wanted to admit they made him feel sexy, aroused, but he left it hanging. His body reacted in a way he never would have expected to a compliment from another guy. He actually felt himself stir with aroused interest.

“That white suit is pretty revealing,” Dylan added. “I mean wet…” he trailed off.

“Yeah, I love white swimsuits, but I only wear them alone or with close friends,” Brad replied. “I really like swimsuits, have ever since my days on swim team,” Brad added. “I mean I wasn’t a good swimmer, but I stayed on the team just for the swimsuits.” He laughed as he said it.

As they talked they had moved closer to each other. Much closer. Brad reached out and took Dylan’s hand. Dylan did not resist, but he wasn’t sure what was really happening. “Let’s go watch some television,” Brad offered as he led Dylan toward his bedroom suite. Dylan watched the tight white swimsuit move with Dylan’s hips as he led him, their hands now free of the hold. Dylan was nearing hard inside the swimsuit, his bulge much more prominent. He was not afraid to explore wherever this was going. Willing, actually.
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Ben was finished ahead of Erik with the nightly rituals. As he entered the bed room, Ben tugged on his swimsuit strings and tied them up. The suit fit good and snug, in fact, as Ben would soon learn, he had made it a little too snug. Ben was laying on his back, his legs spread open to the width of his shoulders, his feet pointed outward. He was very much aroused and ready. He looked absolutely stunning. His flat muscular chest and abdomen, narrowing to a perfect V shape meeting the swimsuit. His legs showing all the muscular power of a long distance runner. Between the two perfect specimens of the male body was a very masculine looking rise of male reproductive parts, entirely at the ready of exploration and physical action. His eyes were glistening with the aura of desire, and his smile was infectious with lust. Erik joined him at his side, Erik laying on his side, slightly bent at the waist, legs in a L pointed backward. Erik wrapped himself against Ben, the two snugly together. Erik had desires to try something new, while Ben just had a desire to try anything that would lead him to explosive release of his pent up sexual energy.

“Let’s try something,” Erik whispered to Ben. Ben smiled back at him. “Just relax and enjoy, tell me if you want me to do anything…”

Erik began at Ben’s feet, slowly exploring both of his feet, and working his way up from there. Gentle touches and pleasurable massages, along his calf muscles. Up between his legs. Ben was in a trance as he felt Erik working his way up. Each new part bringing a new sensation inside his swimsuit. He could feel himself filling with erotic desire.

“Oh man, Erik, go slow…” Ben pleaded. He knew he was heading to a climax too fast. He wanted to enjoy whatever Erik had in mind. His swimsuit had grown so tight on him, as his anatomy filled more and more with pressure. Ben felt his heart beating with anticipation. Erik made it all the way to the point where his legs meet, gently rubbing in between them and massaging the magic spot right up between his legs. But Erik stopped there and went no further. Ben flinched and flexed in the middle as he felt himself starting to produce the signs of his final stage.

Erik climbed on top of Ben, sitting right over his mid-section, his tight butt nestled over Ben’s engorged bulge. Erik started at the ears, but this time with some quick romantic kisses. He slowly worked down, across his cheeks, and down his neck. Erik’s body now straightened on Ben, laying abdomen to abdomen, and bulge to bulge. Ben felt his erection bursting ever harder.

“Oh Erik, oh my I am so close,” Ben whispered again.

“Hold it, take control.” Erik said back softly, not a command, but more of a gentle request.

“I am trying,” Ben replied as he body wiggled in the middle. Erik felt Ben’s very erect anatomy against his own. Both of their suits were stretched well beyond what any suit should have to hold. Erik’s amazing self-control had him in a stayed position of perpetual arousal. Ben was doing his best, but he knew he was losing. Erik slid off the other side of Ben, and worked his way down his chest and abdomen, finally reaching the top of his swimsuit. This time he did not stop, he slid his hand across and along each rise and outline of the sensually erotic suit, tantalizing Ben inside it to the point of almost no more self-control.

“Please, Erik, please,” Ben pleaded. His mid-section began arching up as he tried to hold back. Erik slid his hand inside the waist and pulled the strings. They seemed to untie. Ben wanted Erik to free him of the suit so bad. He was so very, very close. Just as Erik started to slip his fingers inside the waist to pull the suit loose, Ben moaned loudly. His mid-section started to pulsate with anticipation. “Oh man, I can’t stop,”

The suit didn’t budge. Erik felt the strings tightly holding, despite being untied. “What the heck,” he thought. Quickly he realized the problem. A deep knot was nestled well into the base of the strings. Ben continued to press hard and struggled to hold back. He was arching his back.

“Erik, please,” Ben pleaded again. He was rock hard encased in that tiny suit. He felt every sensation in him, he was in a state of total erotic stimulation. “Untie me Erik,” he pleaded.

“Dude, I can’t get your strings free, you knotted them,” Erik said back, perplexed as to what to do.

“Oh Fu,k me,” Ben replied. “I am fu.king trapped in this thing.” Ben really did not want to explode inside his suit, He wanted whatever Erik was about to do. A new adventure. His body was shaking as he held back, his anatomy awkwardly bent at the limits of the tightly tied suit. “Get me out, Erik,” he pleaded.

“I can’t even get to the knot,” Erik replied as he started to feel Ben’s rock hard rod with his fingers. Erik struggled to free the knot, but the strings were locked tight deep into the waistband. Ben was enraged with desire, and struggling to hold back.

“Oh Erik,” Ben pleaded. “Oh man, I can’t hold back.” His body was almost thrusting with urge.

Erik watched and held Ben as he finally succumbed to the circumstances. His body thrusted hard several times. Ben’s anatomy pulsated against the suit, as his body released hours of pent up male passion. Ben shuddered at each release. His body just kept pulsating, thrusting, releasing. Ben was gasping for air, the energy being consumed was intense, making him breathless. The feeling he was having was beyond description. It was by far the wildest ride he had ever had. He was sweating hot. His eruptions slowed, and his anatomy took on a more sensual response, letting little aftershocks rumble out of him. His suit was soaked with a sticky feel.

“Oh man,” Ben said gasping as it all came to a romantic end. Erik held him tight, his wet suit soaking Erik’s as they held close. Erik whispered what he had intended to do. Ben’s mind raced with what could have been. His body was too drained to respond. He smiled at the thought. It would have been amazing.

“We need to still figure out how to get you out of that swimsuit,” Erik whispered.

“But first, it is your turn,” Ben replied. He was sure Erik was ready.