[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Chris laid alone in his bedroom. He had just come home from a long workout in the pool and was still in the very form fit Turbo swimsuit. It was warm out, so the damp suit felt great, his powerful fan blowing a steady breeze over his otherwise naked body. He glanced around the room, a retrospective collection of his youth decorated the walls. Pictures of his early swim meets, posters of the best swimmers of time. A young Michael Phelps adorned the back of his closet door. On the far wall, band pictures. His first Trumpet framed in a shadow box, with his accolades around. Photos of the band performances in Europe lined the wall. A photo of Sherie sat on his dresser. By far the prettiest girlfriend. Chris could not believe it was over. Sherie and she needed to move on. Knowing it made it no less hard. First true loves hurt. Tears filled his eyes. He flipped through his iPad, looking at pictures of the Summer in the Band, especially the ones with Sherie and him. Such fond memories.

Chris was about to enter his final year of swimming at the NCAA division 1 level. His musician days now behind him, Chris had spent the last three years becoming a swimming power in the mid-tier D1 conference. He was so damn handsome as a freshman, but now so much more muscular and developed he made girls buckle at the knees and gay or straight guys gawk in envy. Even his anatomy had developed more masculine. Sherie would never find a nicer guy or a more handsome and gentle man. No guy would ever love her more or better.


Chris reached down and rubbed over his bulge. He pictured days on the lake with Sherie. He fantasized how she knew what to do to make him hard, make him aroused, make him explode. "She knew how to make me crazy hard," Chris said to himself. Just the thought, the memories excited him. There were, of course, the inner secrets he never shared with her. Hot, fit guys in revealing swimsuits secretly turned him on. He found his attraction to swimmer guys getting stronger in his collegiate days, maybe it was that the swimmers were hotter, stronger. Just being in a tight fitting swimsuit could excite him. It was doing so now. Despite his overwhelming arousal and the grip of the tight swimsuit, Chris faded off to sleep, his hand holding his bulge.


The dream was so vivid it seemed real. The swim meet was the biggest of the year. Sherie was in the stands, she and a few friends had made the trip to Albany to cheer the guys on. Her shirt was cute, a pink top with the figure of a male swimmer on it, a handsome, sculptured male. Along the side of the image said "My guy rocks a Speedo,". Chris smiled when he saw it. He was, in fact, rocking a tight and tiny narrow cut custom team suit made by Q Swimwear, a colorful brief featuring the team colors. He waved at Sherie.


"You are rocking that suit," Sherie said as she leaned over the rail of the spectator section. Chris's masculine bulge was very pronounced, clearly showing he was one of the better built guys. Sherie's eyes right on that part of him.


"Thanks, cute shirt," Chris replied. "These are such cool swimsuits," he added, facing her head on.


"Yes, they are," Sherie replied. She leaned over and kissed him. "Swim hard," she added, starting to laugh at the way it came out.


"Well, yes, but hopefully not hard," Chris replied. He headed off to the warm up. Sherie watched as his scantily clothed body sauntered to the pool.


As Chris walked to the pool his eye caught the image. A very ruggedly handsome swimmer from the GCU swim team in the hottest looking purple and grey brief. He was muscular, totally fit, and he filled out the suit well. Chris stopped and stared at him. A surge of desire pulsates through him, Chris felt his suit tighten as his body responded. The urge caught Chris totally off guard. Lustful thoughts took over his mind.

"What the heck," Chris thought to himself. He liked looking at guys in swimsuits, but he could not believe he was boning up like this. Very quickly, his bulging suit made clear he was very much aroused. It had been a long time since Chris had popped a boner at a swim meet. He looked down at himself, his erect state very visible in his upward pointing anatomy. He quickly jumped in the warm up lane. Fifteen minutes until the meet kicked off. Chris shifted his focus to the meet. He swam each of his events exceptionally well.

Sherie screamed as loud as she could as Chris nailed the individual medley. It was his final event of the meet. He won the event by mere fractions. Breathless, he hung on the wall while his teammates cheered. He looked to the stands to see Sherie. He gave her a thumbs up. As he turned back to the team, their eyes locked. The cute guy in the hot purple print suit smiled back. He watched as Chris hoisted out of the pool, his tight swimsuit clinging. Sherie watched, as well, unaware of the competition. Chris adjusted the tight fit and symbolically pulled his strings out from his waist. He joined his team watching the next wave of events. In the flurry of action, he lost track of the purple suit hottie.

"I'm going to the locker room," Chris announced to his teammates. He was not ready to change, but a hot shower sounded like a great idea. There were still team photos to take and Chris had every intention of being in his swimsuit for those.

The locker room was nearly empty but for a few guys. All the teams shared it. Chris entered the large gang style shower, a big open area with four posts of shower heads. He was alone as he turned on the shower, adjusting the water to a steamy warm setting. He was quickly standing under the warm rain spray, enjoying the warmth and watching the soapy suds run over his tall, lean swimmer body. The warm water gave Chris a bit of arousal.

"You swam well," a voice startled Chris, breaking off the beginnings of his own post swim self-pleasure. Chris rotated to see the tall, extremely handsome mystery guy in the purple print swimsuit. He was very much aroused, they both were. "Your team has really hot suits, you look great. Hope I didn't interrupt anything."

"No, just enjoying the hot water," Chris replied, his bulging swimsuit said he was enjoying more than that. "Speaking of swimsuits, you are rocking that one well, very cool."

"Thanks, man. Yeah, we just got these. Mind if I join you?" The mystery swimmer took the shower head directly next to Chris. "Like you, I could use a warm shower." Chris was sure the guy was growing inside the purple print Agon custom team suit. Chris watched as the swimmer began rubbing his hands over his growing bulge. Chris was getting very turned on, very erect. "I'm Dakota, but I go by Dak,” the handsome swimmer said as he rubbed his hands over his smooth, sculptured chest. He leaned back in a slight arch, his tight abdominal muscles on prominent display, and his very filled out suit accentuated by its frontward position. Dak was getting very aroused.

"I am Chris," came the reply. Chris's eyes met Dak's. An intense feeling pulsed through each of them, a connection. "You are quite good looking," Chris said, his own words surprising him. Oh sure, on the band trip he had a few lustful thoughts about Grant, Alex, and Patrick, but surely those were just fleeting urges. This was different. His girlfriend in the stands, Chris was suddenly deeply attracted to another swimmer, a guy swimmer! Chris's arousal swelled inside the grip of the swimsuit. He let warm water run down as he rubbed his hand over the defining anatomical bulge.

Dak softly reached over and pulled Chris to him. They were alone. They stood together, facing each other, as the warm water rushed over them. Dak stepped in close, letting their bulges touch. "Relax," Dak said, feeling Chris tense. "Just enjoy it," he whispered as they let themselves grind against each other. Dak grew solidly erect, Chris feeling Dak stiffen. Chris followed his lead.

Chris jolted awake. His hand was wrapped around his real life aroused bulge. He was breathing hard, his heart pulsed forceful in his chest. "What the hell...." he said to himself as the images of the dream played in his head. He had not had sex since Sherie and he split. His body wanted action. Chris stood up and walked to the dresser. "Time to move on," he said in the silent room. He picked up the photo of Sherie and put it face down in his top drawer. "I need to figure this out," he thought, almost said aloud.

Chris laid back on the bed. He finished what the dream had started and his body needed to do. The tight swimsuit was driving him wild with uncontrollable desire. He wanted more, but his right hand would have to do. He quickly brought himself to the point of no return, total erotic loss of control. "Oh man, please" he called out. He felt his anatomy grow firm, his balls tingling as they reached the explosive final stage. The release was intense, powerful. He had several massive thrusts, powerful and so very masculine. The afternoon was still young. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his body calming down. He was finally moving forward.