[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Growing up, Erik was the “boy next door.” A handsome enough guy, but not necessarily the guy who stood out in a crowd. He was tall, just over 6’4”, lanky and long distance runner thin, with incredibly long legs at a 36 inseam. Even at that height, he weighed not an ounce past 160. He was into music, art and dance. He loved drama, the real kind as opposed to the people kind. In the looks department, the two things Erik had going for him were his awesome blonde hair and blue eyes, which gave him a skinny California Surfer dude look and that he was fairly well equipped, far more than one expected from a skinny guy, which meant he filled out jeans and shorts extremely well. In fact, as a member of the cross country team, he looked amazing in the really short running shorts the team wore, and he always appeared on the verge of busting right out of the shorts. As the team went, his shorts were always more packed than anyone else on the team, a feature well noticed by the girls (and some guys). Despite the interest he generated among the ladies during the running season, when he could show off in those shorts, Erik really did not have much interest in the girls. It wasn’t that he was gay, he rationalized, it was that he just wasn’t too interested. At least that was how he explained it.

Erik was not a swimmer. In fact, he really couldn’t swim well at all. Swimming to Erik was a day at the beach or maybe a jump in a pool if he was on vacation, nothing more. He could swim, but not with breathing, unless he pulled his whole head out of the water. Despite his lack of swimming, Erik owned lots of pairs of swimming shorts, which he would hang out in all Summer, unless he was wearing his running shorts, which he really liked best. Board shorts had not come into style, so the swimming shorts were as short as his running shorts, sometimes more form fitting. His running shorts were really short, made of a nylon material and the legs were split open as far up as the waist band. In the hot Southern heat, they were the lightest and coolest thing to wear, and he enjoyed how he looked in them. For work, Erik mowed lawns in the Summer, so those shorts or swimming shorts, and his bear chest were his attire of work, as well.

It was Summer just past his senior year of high school. Erik had turned 18 in May. It was also the year Summer Olympics were occurring. Erik really did not pay much attention to sports, unless it was running. His brother, however, were really into the games and watched every night. Erik got home from a long run, which he always did in the evening as the heat started to back off. He was soaked with sweat, his shorts clinging to him, no shirt. He grabbed the garden hose and doused himself for a god five minutes, enjoying the cool water. This was his ritual after runs. He would then lie in a chair and rest, letting the shorts dry. The wet, clingy nylon material hugged his anatomy revealing every outline and detail. He really liked that part, and did nothing to free the material bondage and display. Once dry, he often stayed in the shorts the rest of the night, sometimes pulling on a clean shirt, hot nights going shirtless.

“You should see these divers,” his brother, Dylan, called out to him as he entered the house. “They are amazing.” Dylan was parked in front of the television eating a bowl of popcorn and critiquing the skill of a sport he knew nothing about. Dylan was two years older and already in college. Erik was just about to start. They were as close as brothers could be, but significantly different. Dylan was the big football type. He was all sports, nothing else, except for dating girls.

“Look at how muscular they are,” Erik responded as he sat on the sofa, placing his legs up and laying back.

“Yeah,” said his brother. “I never realized that divers were so well built.”

The next diver up, a guy from Germany, did an incredible backwards flip with some kind of twist before he went straight in to the pool. Erik perked up as he watched the muscular body leap from the board, arch backwards, the tight little swimsuit wrapped around his bulging crotch. Erik was so mesmerized as the body straightened and slipped into the water, but it was not the dive that caught him. “Those are some sweet swimsuits,” he unintentionally said aloud.

“Huh?” said his brother.

“Just saying I like the swimsuits they wear,” Erik replied, trying to make light of his observation.

“Yeah, I guess so.” replied Dylan.

Erik was hooked. He could not stop watching as each of the divers showed their skills. As he watched he felt himself getting aroused. His shorts were filling out . He could see that his aroused state was clearly on display. He grabbed a throw pillow and threw it over his mid section, which now gave him something to press into as he watched each diver. Erik was so into what he was watching that he was not making the connection between the male divers, the tiny swimsuits, and the fact that it was turning him, at least not yet.

“Maybe you should try diving,” Dylan said to Erik. “I mean you are tall and you got the legs strength..”

“Yeah, right” Erik replied. “I don’t think so. These guys are way out of my league.”

“Well, shit, yeah” Dylan replied. “But that does not mean you can’t try it. Plus you like the swimsuits…” Dylan smirked. “you just like showing off.”

Erik was rock hard and feeling really aroused by the time the diving wrapped up for the night. He removed the pillow and stood up, his shorts bulging out prominently.

“Swimming tomorrow night,” Dylan said as Erik started to head off to his room.

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As he laid in bed, Erik could not get his mind off those Speedo clad divers. The more he thought about them the more aroused he got. “I have to get one of those swimsuits” Erik thought to himself as his hand rubbed over his aroused anatomy. Erik was enjoying the feeling and urges of his body as he pictured the deep brown haired diver that he became so infatuated with. The tight Germany Speedo clinging to him as he climbed from the water. The way he looked so stoic on the platform.

“Oh wow,” Erik said aloud as he felt himself getting close. He was not sure what was making him so aroused, the swimsuits or the guys in them. Right now he did not care, he was just teasing himself into a climax that would finally explode in a way bigger than he had ever felt before.

Erik has discovered the beauty of form fitting swimwear and the art of the male swimming body. It was going to be a fun journey of discovery from here.

To be continued