[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Chris went left off Route 11 north, heading to a small public beach on one of the many lakes that followed the Fish river. The beach was really a shore line of rocks and gravel, but the lake was clear, the water crisp, and perfect for an open water swim. Chris was still in his Zumo California Republic swimsuit. The fit was tight and revealing, and after being in it for the whole morning, Chris was feeling horny. A cold swim would be perfect. He slipped on a red swim cap, blue tint goggles and waded out into the lake. The slope was gradual, he was 100 feet out before the cold water sent a chill through his crotch. Fifty more feet, his manhood shrinking in the cold water, Chris did a standing thrust face first into the lake. He swam out until the bottom dropped sufficiently deep to be barely visible. He then followed the western shore of the lake, doing an easy pace. The swim felt great and gave Chris time to reflect. Something about being alone in a lake that helped bring rational thought to complex problems. Thirty minutes down the shore, Chris turned around to head back.

The water was cold. As Chris stood to walk to shore after an hour of swimming, the normally tight swimsuit fit loose. His balls and his boner had crawled into his body giving him the bulge of a two year old. He rubbed his suit, wondering if his parts would ever forgive him for the 65 degree water swim. He walked to his truck, grabbing his phone and catching some looks from two young ladies. Guys in race suits were an uncommon treat on this beach. Chris smiled and waved, making them giggle. He was so damn hot looking. They wanted to get a closer look, but were too shy to try.

Chris headed back to the grassy shore. He spread a big towel and laid down in the warm sun, enjoying the feeling of heat entering his lean, muscular frame. The warmth started to bring his parts out of their cold water retreat, creating his usual handsome bulge. Chris was as hot and masculine today as he was in college, a attribute he kept by swimming and running. He looked like he walked right off the cover of DNA. He had modeled once for a regional magazine, his physique on photo journal display in swimsuits and form fit underwear. He enjoyed the experience, but never went further with it.

He held up his camera with a selfie stick, snapping a photo of himself in the cute swimsuit. “I was thinking you always like this one,” he texted a reply to Sherie’s earlier note. “I was happy to get your note,” he added. He stood and snapped another shot of himself with the lake in the background, his bulging suit displaying prominent. “I miss our lake trips,” Chris said as he sent her the picture. The whoosh of the camera as the photo hit cyberspace.

It had been a long day. The warm sun, the cool breeze off the lake. Chris laid back, his legs slightly spread, and closed his eyes. He was positioned up and slightly right, the tight suit revealing every detail. “He is so cute,” he heard one of the ladies say. He guessed they were college age, probably home for the Summer.

“Let’s walk by,” the other young lady replied. Chris learned their names were Vickie and Crystal. He smiled at the impact he was having. They had no idea he could hear all, even their comments on his anatomy and the tiny white swimsuit. He gave them something to look at, for sure. They were getting turned on by him. Chris slowly drifted off as the two snapped cell phone photos of the hot, nearly naked guy. Together they were the only ones on the grassy waterfront. Chris closed his eyes, the world fading away as he soaked up the sun and listened to the ripple of the lake.

The pool facility was amazing, as Chris entered. He wore the very same suit he had on right now. It was Summer after his senior year, he was about to go on the band trip. The cute girl at the desk excited him, and his more youthful age responded with a fast erection that made his bulge swell. She knew it. Chris’s dream relived every moment. He was deep in the dream, unaware that just as he replayed his first meeting of Sherie, his body responded live to his dream His growing erection pushing upward in the suit. His mind wandered to her flirting as he got out of the pool wet and clingy, he watched her eyes check him out. She stayed focused on his swimsuit, obviously liking what she saw.

A wave runner pulled Chris back from his dream, if only momentarily. He adjusted himself with his right hand, pushing his arising manhood further to the right, away from the tightly tied waist. The suit still damp. He heard the two girls, but did not make out their comments. They watched his every move. He quickly drifted back off.

A hand rested on his leg, above the knee. It was soft, gentle. He felt it slowly make its ay higher, soft back and forth glides. The afternoon was peaceful. Sherie and he were alone on the secluded beach, their first time together at the lake they visited so often thereafter. “You are so cute,” she whispered in his ear. He turned his head and they kissed. Her hand sliding up, between his legs. She gently felt him, he was so hard, so masculine. They kissed again. He struggled to hold back, but he was getting more and more aroused. Sherie knew it and enjoyed watching him grow in the suit. He flinched as her palm slid over his anatomy. “Sherie, you are driving me wild,” he said in the dream, and maybe even aloud. The urges were building up.

The sound of voices brought Chris out of his afternoon slumber. It was two more young ladies joining Crystal and Vicky. Chris sat up, his erect manhood barely covered by the small side strip of material it had grown toward. He tried to adjust, but there was little he could do. At least sitting he was somewhat less conspicuous. He moved his legs back and forth, trying to ease his arousal. He thought about standing and heading to the water, but he was sure that would only make things more obvious. His dream had been hot, erotic, and had him so ready for more.

“Damn, he is hot,” he heard one of the new voices say. “ And that swimsuit....” she trailed off.

“Makes me want to take him all the way,” the other voice added. That led to a very detailed conversation of what they wanted to do to him, all of which only made Chris more aroused. Chris rolled over onto his stomach, his erection hidden, pressing into the towel. He could feel the wetness of early release seeping out.

“What a cute butt,” Crystal said. “Oh my,” she added.

“Matches his six pack abs,” Vicky replied. “Not to mention his package.” They all giggled. Chris was having fun teasing them, even if he was also struggling to keep his urges in check. Thoughts of Sherie racing through his mind. Thoughts of other things, too. His body had no intention of letting him off easy. Something about this swimsuit that always led him to these situations. He closed his eyes, listening to the voices of the four aroused ladies.