[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Zach, Alan, Scott, and I all decided it was time to try the water out. For me, it really was time. No one said anything, but I my suit was promoting a mountain bulge hiding a raging erection I was fighting to keep control of. Scott looked to be in the same situation. The four of us ventured out into the cold surf. The water felt great, despite its chill. Looking down the beach, which was busy, but not crowded, we were the only ones in the water, other than a few folks walking ankle deep. I really needed the cold water to come up past my suit. As soon as I could, I dove in head first through a wave. Scott was right behind me. I swam out about ten strokes, deep enough now to be up to my upper chest. I stood upright, Scott joining me. Scott was a few inches under my 6’3” height, so the water ate most of his chest up. I took advantage of the depth to pull down my suit and let the water rush over my exposed body. It was exactly what I needed.

Scott is skittish of the ocean, so he hated how deep we were. He jumped back into a swim and headed in. I followed him and caught a wave in, which was awesome. We both rejoined Zach and Alan. By the looks of Scott and I, the water had more than just cooled us down. We all walked back out to the edge of the surf, the warm sun feeling great.

“Want to check out the rest of the beach?” Alan asked all of us.

“Sure” Scott answered, the rest of us agreeing. We started to head down toward a fishing pier in the southern distance. Just as we started Alan turned to run back to the towels. “Wait a sec….” he called out.

He came back with a $20 bill, which he stuffed in the waist band of his tiny black suit. “Just in case…”

“What, you trying to get tips?” Zach asked. “Planning to give lap dances on the way?’ We all laughed at Alan’s expense, but he seemed to find it humorous.

We had walked a good 30 minutes along the beach before deciding to venture up to the boardwalk, four guys in brief style swimsuits. We got some looks from several young ladies and one of the groups asked us to stop for a picture, which we really took advantage of. Up on the boardwalk, a couple shops were open, which we ventured in to. I love that at the beach, a swimsuit is perfectly fine for wearing in and out of the shops along the boardwalk. Scott and I took note of a really cool swimwear shop that had a great selection of men’s stuff.

“We gotta come back here” Scott said, eyeing a couple really sweet suits.

“For sure” I replied. They had some stuff that was quite a bit more revealing than our suits. I was not sure if I was really ready for that, but it would be worth checking out.

We opted to walk on the boardwalk for the trip back. Alan’s money turned out to be smart because four hungry guys can’t pass up a French fries place. As I think back at it now, we must have looked pretty funny as four really fit guys in really tiny swimsuits walked along pigging on big cups of greasy fries. It was a near perfect combination.

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Way more beer than we should have drank, most of the guys were sprawled out on loungers by the pool, talking trash about whatever came to mind. To be sure, sex, boners and girls ere part of the discussion. Everyone was still in their swimsuits or shorts. Scott and I decided to make a mad dash back down to the swimwear store we saw, so I ran up to the room to grab some cash and get both of us a shirt. I stuffed the folded money in my suit and headed back down. We headed down the boardwalk in just our suits, shirts in hand.

“I knew you’d be back” said the really outgoing store attendant, who we learned was also the owner. “You guys look amazingly hot,” he added. My gaydar, which was really in its infancy at that age, told me he was surely gay.

“Yeah, we wanted to come back and spend some more time,” said Scott.

“I understand, get away from the straight guys. I’m Rob, by the way” he came over and gently shook our hands. “My partner and I own this place, and a couple more locations.”

“Sweet” I said. “You got some cool stuff,” as I was holding up a really hot suit that looked like it would barely hold everything in. I was getting all turned on just looking at it. So was Scott. I could tell.

“You guys both sure got the bodies for that” Rob said, gesturing to the suit in my hand. “You should try it on, the fitting room is right back there.

Scott and I each picked out two suits, and went to try them on. There was only one fitting room. Scott stood back to et me go first.

“You can both go in together if you want.” Rob said.

At first we kind of hesitated, but the room seemed large enough, and we were both on the same swim team and used the same locker room. I tried on one of the suits I had picked out. I don’t recall the brand, but the sides were about as narrow as I had ever seen, maybe half an inch. The front formed a pouch that really showed off the front and I figured would look hot as heck. I wasn’t sure when exactly I would wear mine, but I was just in the mood to try something wild. Maybe it was because I was so ready for, well, you know what.

As I got the suit on, I immediately got hard, which made the front pouch push way out as I filled every part of it. The material felt a thinner than my swim team suits. The suit was a white with green accenting.

“Freaking hey” Scott said as he watched me. “I love that suit.” He took his hands and out them on my waist and tuned me around. He rubbed the butt, which made me even more aroused. “You gotta buy that.”

I quickly slipped it off. I would love to have worn it longer, but I was so close that I didn’t want to mess the suit up, even just a little. While I changed back to my shorts, Scott slipped on his suit. Scott picked out a suit that was almost as daring, but not quite as tiny. He looked amazing in it. He also had the same reaction to his as I did to mine.

“Awesome, dude” I said to him with a huge grin. “You really make that suit look amazing.”

“Okay guys, you have come out and let me see how you look” Rob said.

While Scott stood there, I quickly slipped back on the suit I had tried on before, and was quickly just as aroused as I was the first time. We both stepped out.

Rob smiled boldly. “I wish every guy who came in here looked as great as you two,” Rob said. He had us turn around and to our sides. “Great profiles in those” he said. I think both of us were so turned on that if we just touched each other we’d have exploded right there.

After our modeling session, we changed back into our shorts. Rob showed us some other suits “to think about.” We finally settled on what we had picked out and paid Rob. For both of us, we had crossed to a new level, both with our swimsuits and with each other. Both of us walked out of the store so erotically charged we could hardly contain ourselves. We had a very playful walk back to the hotel with lots of touching and nudging. At one point, Scott was pulling out our new suits from the bad and holding them up for us to admire, which led to some sensual comments between us. It was a good indication of things to come.

To be continued....