Summer in the band

[Dooley67]

I agree with a speedo minded guy. Fantastic chapter with great dialogue and language. I especially liked the story Grant was telling Chris and Melody telling her friends simultaneously - it was so well executed and constructed. Can't wait for the next chapter to see how things will work out with Chris and Sheri.

D67

[Captain.Jammer]

Great story and great story telling. Definitely looking forward to more!

Awesome work, STS.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Hey guys, I really appreciate the notes. I have to admit it was getting a little frustrating when the past few chapters got limited responses. As D67 knows from his great work on Tornadoes, writing these chapters is quite an investment of time and it always means something when folks write favorable comments. This was a fun chapter to write and I had some fun with the Grant/Melody dual track story telling. Glad you liked it. Hey Cap Jam, I have Len wearing jammers based on our earlier exchange of jammer vs briefs talk.

STS

[solarguy]

I agree with the rest of the comments. Its a great story. Lots of fun to read and I like the twists and turns with all the characters. As always, Thank you!!

[Captain.Jammer]

Originally Posted by SwimTeamSpeedo

... Hey Cap Jam, I have Len wearing jammers based on our earlier exchange of jammer vs briefs talk.

STS

Wow! I am honored and flattered that you have included that in your story. And that you have shared the reason for doing so. I am glad that I, unknowingly, helped with a creative aspect of your fantastic story. Thank you!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“Sheri, I never wrote that note. I don’t know who did. I’d never do that to you in a million years. Please, you have to believe me. I love you more and more every day, even as we are apart. I can’t lose you. Please write back and tell me we are okay. Please believe me. I am going to find the guy who did this.” Chris wrote. He read and re-read it and finally hit send, the swoosh sound of his iPad doing its thing. He quickly got a confirmation back that it was delivered.

Chris scrolled thought the history of text messages. “How could someone do this. They had to know my passcode.” he thought. “That means they had to be close to me, had time to watch me.” His mind raced with suspicion, but all of it focused on one of the guys. “It has to be Alex, but why?” Chris thought. The evidence was piling up in Chris’s mind. First there was the day his swimsuits were messed up in his luggage. Then, of course, the day he caught Alex with one of his swimsuits wet. Yes, he was sure that Alex had done it. “What a jerk!” Chris said aloud.

He glanced at his iPad, the note had now been read. No reply.

“This makes no sense,” Sherie said to herself. She wanted to believe him, “but doesn’t his iPad lock up,” She thought. As much as she wanted to believe him, she was cautious and unsure. Maybe he was just having cold feet on the break up. She loved him, too, but she did not want to have another let down. She read the note a few more times and started to reply, but stopped. She laid the iPad next to her and started to cry. She needed to think about what she wanted to do. The tears streaming down her face.

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Len and Chris met early, shortly past 5 in the morning for one final workout before the long trek to Paris. Len had on a pair of Jammers and Chris had slipped into the Belgium logo swimsuit he bought yesterday. Both guys looked great. Chris’s Belgium suit wrapped around his maleness perfectly, creating quite a display of masculinity. Len almost popped right out of his jammers when he took it in, the jammers becoming tight gripping his most sensitive anatomy. They were going to start with a run on the beach for three miles, then head over to the pool to swim for 90 minutes.

“Man, you look great, but you sure do look tired,” Len said as they headed out the door.

“Yeah, it’s a long story, but I didn’t sleep well,” Chris replied.

“Want to talk about it?” Len asked.

“I don’t know, maybe,” Chris replied as he fiddled with the ends of his drawstrings on the elevator ride to the beach level. Len watched as Chris played with the cords between his fingers.

The weather was cool, but not cold, maybe mid 60’s. They were a little under-dressed, bare chests and just their swimsuits, a tiny brief in Chris’s case. Chris rubbed his arms and chest as they walked out pass the pool toward the beach. From the balcony high above, Sarah watched, the guys totally unaware of her, it was just past 5:30am. She smiled at how sexy Chris looked. The guys started at a slow jog, but the pace picked up quickly. Chris’s tightly wrapped butt bounced as he ran. The jammer legs of Len’s suit rubbed as he ran, creating the swooshing sound of lycra on lycra.

“So, what kept you awake?” Len asked as they settled into a 7 minute per mile pace.

“Oh, nothing I want to get into,” Chris replied. “I guess I just miss my girlfriend.”

“Speaking of girls, that Sarah seems to be all into you,” Len replied. “I mean yesterday she was all over you.”

“Yeah, she was. I even thought she was trying to feel me,” Chris replied. “Man, she tried at least three times to rub my crotch.”

“Yeah, well you do look hot in your skimpy swimsuits,” Len teased. “It is kinds right out there.”

“Only for Sherie,” Chris replied. He checked his iPad before they left. No reply to his note. If he did not have one by the time they had breakfast he decided he was going to try to call her. “Let’s push the next mile,” Chris announced as he picked up the pace.

“Your killing me, dude!” Len replied barely able to hand in as Chris pushed the pace to 6:30. The sweat was running down Chris’s chest, his swimsuit getting soaked, a sensation he was starting to feel as the wetness hit his manhood parts. Len had faded back, unable to hold the faster pace. Chris decided to hold the pace, opening a gap between Len and him. He felt like really running. He’d ease up after five or six more minutes, but by then Len would be well behind. Len watched as Chris’s muscular legs pulled him farther ahead.

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Alex and Patrick were alone in Patrick’s room. Patrick’s roommate was sleeping in the same room as his girlfriend, although they hardly slept. Both guys were wearing very skimpy thong type swimsuits they had bought at the shop yesterday. They were laying back side by side on the bed, their hands teasing each other, causing the pouches of the thongs to swell with anticipation. Neither was really sure if they liked wearing the thongs, but they both liked each other in them, the thin nylon pouch front left nothing to the imagination and displayed exactly what each guy was feeling.

“You look totally scrumptious,” Alex whispered to Patrick as he laid n his side, his hands rubbing across all parts of Patrick. Patrick was responding exactly the way Alex wanted as he watched his boyfriend fill with urge.

“You are driving me wild,” Patrick replied. It was their third round of the night, and adventure that started with their swimsuits after the hot tub the night before. As Patrick grew, the thong’s back band pulled deeper into his, a feeling he could not decide as being erotic or aggravating. Alex slid against him, his own bulging pouch touching Patrick’s leg. He began to work Patrick into a deeper state of desire, building to a dual climax that would be the best ever. They had decided earlier that the things would be their little secret, kept for opportunities just like the one they were pursuing right now.

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“So, do you think Patrick and Alex are gay?” Len asked as the two ran back toward the hotel, now at a slower pace, more to Len’s liking.

“Oh yeah, for sure.” Chris said.

“Does it bother you that your roommate is gay?” Len asked.

“No, not at all. I mean I guess I really don’t think about it.” Chris replied. “Well, I mean I know he is and all, but it’s not like it is any big deal. Except when he steal my swimsuits,” Chris smirked as he said the last part.

“He does that?” Len asked quizzing.

“Yeah, he did the first couple of weeks. At first I didn’t know, but I would find my suits in places I never left them.” Chris answered. “But one day, I came back to the room and caught him.”

“Were you mad?” Len asked. “I sure would be.”

“Well, maybe a little. But it was also kind of funny. His expression was priceless.” Chris answered.

“Man, you are way too nice.” Len replied. “So what about Grant?”

“No, dude, he is totally straight. He’s shy, but he gets horny fast, too.” Chris answered. “Put him around a girl and he gets a boner faster than Superman can change.”

“He’s a good looking guy, thought.” Len replied. “Not as good looking as you. Every girl and some guys want you bad.”

“Stop it!” Chris replied.

“Okay, what about Rex?” Len asked.

“Not sure on him, what do you think,” Chris replied.

“I think he likes guys. Just saying.” Len replied. The two ran silent for a while.

“So, Len, what is your story?” Chris finally broke the silence. His swimsuit was now soaked with sweat and clinging to him. Len’s jammer was soaked through the crotch and between his legs, too.

“Confused,” Len replied silently. “I mean I want to like girls, but I really get turned on by a hot looking guy. The last two days at the beach, I just kept looking at the guys. I guess maybe I am gay, but I am scared to admit that.”

“Man, it’s cool either way, take your time.” Chris replied. “You’re a great guy, no matter what!”

“Thanks, that means a lot coming from you. The way I was to you, I can’t believe how close we are now.”

“Hey lets get wet, my suit is all sweaty,” Chris replied. They were back at the hotel. Chris jumped into the pool and swam under water, the silhouette of his muscular and near naked body glimmering through the water. Len followed. From the balcony above, Sara and Alice watched. The guys swam for a few minutes in the pool before they headed off to the larger lap pool a few blocks away. Len swapped his jammers for another of Chris’s swimsuits, this time a hot red Tyr print that fit him well and felt great on.

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[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The room was dark. It was the wee hours of the morning. Sherie had laid awake all night, so far. The note from Chris had her confused about what to do. She wanted so much to believe him. She had never dated such a kind and honest guy, at least she thought he was honest. She also knew he had a sexual urge that would be fun to explore, yet he was so respectful and shy when it came to that part. She liked that about him, he was cautious and never forceful, yet she could turn him on as fast as he would let her. She loved seeing him hard in his swimsuits as she teased him. She smiled at the thought.

Her mind flashed back to the first day she saw him in his white California Republic pattern swimsuit, a Turbo she thought, but really it was a Zumo brand suit. He looked so stunning, his six pack abs showing how fit and powerful he was. He had broad, strong shoulders and muscular legs. Then, of course, there was his bulge. It was magical in her mind. A perfect display of maleness, the white and printed material wrapping around him. Sherie loved the male body, how its parts all fit together, the anatomical display between the legs. She loved hot guys in swimsuits, not just any swimsuit, a really hot looking swim team suit. On the right guy, a brief suit filled with the male equipment on a lean and fit body was perfection. Chris was definitely the right guy.

“I know he would never do that to me,” she said aloud to herself. “He is too nice she thought, finishing her own sentence. She pictured him as he got out of the pool in the same white background suit, the way the wet suit clung to him. The way he took his finger and pulled the strings out. How the white material had become just the slightest bit transparent, just enough to know there was something special inside. He looked so hot. She started to tingle inside her own parts as she pictured him. She knew right at that moment she had to get to know him. He was so amazing and so polite.

She grabbed her iPad and started typing. Her mind rambled out a string of thoughts and she typed them exactly as they came. She wasn’t sure if this was going to be the note he wanted to see, but it was the note she had to write.

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“Hey man, we got to talk,” Chris said as he came though the door to Alex and his hotel room. Alex had just come out of the shower, the white hotel towel wrapped around him, showing the slightest bump where his crotch was underneath. Alex was holding the wet, very skimpy, red thong in his hand. He was alone. Chris never even paid attention to the thong, at least he did not appear to.

“Sure, what’s wrong?” Alex replied. He could tell Chris was upset, as he stood there in his semi wet swimsuit, having just come back from the pool. “Nice swimsuit!” Alex added. He meant it.

“Dude, did you screw with my iPad yesterday?” Chris asked bluntly.

“I’d never do that, no way,” Alex replied. He knew whatever had happened was bad. He rubbed his crotch with his hand, a nervous reaction. “What happened?” he asked, cautiously.

“Someone sent Sherie a really awful note and it wasn’t me. Whoever did it had to have known my passcode.” Chris replied. “You are the only one who could have ever seen my passcode.” Chris added, leaping to conclusions. “Why would you f..k with my girl?”

“Dude, calm down. I said I did not do it.”

“Yeah, but you have messed with my stuff before, like wearing my swimsuits without asking.” Chris poured fuel on the fire. Alex turned red with rage.

“Whoa, man,” he replied. He caught himself. “Let’s just calm down and not ruin our friendship. Yes, I did screw with your swimsuits. But man, I’d never touch your iPad and I would never, ever send Sherie a note. You got to believe me,” Alex’s eyes watered. He admired Chris so much, he could not believe this was happening. “What got written?”

Chris handed over the iPad and showed Alex the text message. “It’s pretty bad and now I can’t get Sherie to write me back. I think I lost her.” Chris replied, almost in tears.

“Wow, man that burns. We got to get to the bottom of this.” Alex dropped his towel and grabbed one of his swimsuits, slipping it on. He left the strings untied and sat on the edge of the bed. He had no idea what to say. “Chris, I’d never ever do this to you,” he finally said softly. He watched as Chris wiped tears from his eyes. Alex grabbed his arm. “It will be alright. Sherie will come around. We just have to get to the bottom of this.”

The two swimsuit clad guys, truly best friends, sat side by side, knee to knee on the end of the bed. Chris laid back, Alex watching as he did. He placed his hand on Chris’s abdomen. “Dude, I got an idea. What time was the note?” Alex finally asked.

Chris replied with the time. Alex grabbed his cell phone. They were one step closer to an answer, but would it be right?

[Dooley67]

STS,

As usual, a wonderful chapter. I like the intensity that Chris (both the anger and the tears) has with his concern about Sheri's lack of response to his text, and I also like the way Alex handled Chris' accusations, not really defensive, but assertive and caring in that he wants to help Chris find out who the culprit is. I really love the way you put dialogue together, and I have to confess that I model the dialogue I create for my chapters of the Tornados after the type of dialogue you write.

D67