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11-17-2011, 02:12 AM
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Part 2: we meet again...
“Be quiet,” I said back to Zach. I was not only horny, but getting a pretty big boner. “F..k,” I thought to myself, as I sat there feeling the hardness in my suit. I could not believe I had a boner. This had not happened to me at a swim meet since high school. Zach, ever the jokester was no help. As the coach went over the days events, Zach slid his leg up against mine, and with all the eyes on coach, he put his hand on my inner thigh, and rubbed my leg. He knew it would make me nuts.
“Stop it,” I whispered. Zach chuckled and said “just helping you out.” Zach was really cute, and while we were just friends, great friends, he could get me turned on. So, his antics only made matters worse, which is what he wanted. “Dude, you better hope we don’t have to get up soon,” Zach whispered, “you look kinda hard.” He was right, there I was, no towel, no shorts, and a raging boner in my tightest racing suit. I think it took a good ten minutes for everything to calm down enough to not be obvious. Of course, I didn’t help it by looking around to see where Phillip went. I wanted to see him. I finally caught glimpse of him across the pool, with his team. His spiked blonde hair stood out, as did his height. Turns out we would overlap in one event, the IM, which is four strokes, fly, back, breast and free. The roster revealed we were the same age, but he was originally from the Mid west, I was from way up in Maine. He was blonde and hot, I was darker hair and probably not as hot (at least I did not think so). Coach said his overall times were in line with me, but his breast stroke was killer good. My win was the fly, breast was my weak link. No matter, I was so excited that I might get to talk to him again. It was OK if he kicked my butt. While we swim we are fierce competitors, but most swimmers are pretty cool about the competition thing outside of the pool. I had really great swims leading up to the big event. I was now focused on the meet, but still looking forward to seeing Phillip again. “Hey, we meet again,” Phillip said as we approached the warm up pool. A smaller, 25 yard pool adjacent to the bigger competition pool. “Yeah, we actually swim the same IM event” I said. He looked really hot. “I’ll go easy on ya,” he said, smirking. With that we both jumped in and swam a few laps at an easy pace. “Hey, what hotel are you guys at?” he asked. “Embassy Suites, out by the airport,” I replied. They were in town, which was disappointing. “Would be real cool if we were at the same one,” Phillip replied as he set off on a second set of warm up laps. I dipped under water and watched as he swam off, His lean body sliding through the water. Damn, he looks really good, I thought, and not just his awesome looks. He was clearly a really good swimmer. Although, his silhouette was sweet, enough to make a straight guy horny. Phillip climbed out of the pool. The water drained from his suit, as it clung tightly to him. Even more revealing than ever. Even in the cool water, I could feel my excitement rise. He turned back and stood for a second. Our eyes met and he smiled at me. “Hey, good luck Ryan, let’s stay friends no matter what,.” I just melted. Not only was he handsomely hot, he was a sweet and kind as I could imagine. “Absolutely, “ I replied. Absolutely indeed…. (to be continued... if you like the story, please let me know  )
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11-17-2011, 03:00 AM
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A little encouragement goes a long way...thanks! 
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11-19-2011, 12:35 AM
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Wow, great story. keep up the great work. I am hard in my speedo now. Waiting for the next chapter.
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11-22-2011, 08:37 PM
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your story is great
Love the story ... tell us what happened next!
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11-27-2011, 01:01 AM
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went on a cruise for the holiday... next chapter coming. Spent a week in my hottest looking swimsuits...
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12-02-2011, 02:53 AM
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Part 3: the race
Writers note: Not quite as much "action" in this one (besides loving brief swimwear, I also really am a swimmer). But it sets the stage for subsequent chapters. Hope you like it. STS.
Phillip looked awesome as ever as we lined up for our event. In fact, his wet body looked even more exciting than ever, the water glistening on his shoulders and his tight maroon racer clinging tightly to his body’s outline. I really had to stay focused to keep my mind from wandering to other events beyond swimming. The worst is to get aroused on the starting blocks, not only because of the obvious visibility, but any distraction will cost time. But I could not help it. Phillip looked hot and I did not mind looking. As we prepared for our events, Phillip rubbed his hands down his chest, glancing down his body. He then went across his suit, and adjusted his position, which totally turned me on. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like he was looking a little bigger in that area. Next, he untied his suit and then tugged and retied it, slipping the strings neatly back inside. By now, I was mesmerized by his little pre-race ritual. Just before we got on the blocks, he went to the pool and cupped some water, pouring it on the front of his suit. Now I was certain he was getting turned on. He looked at me and smiled, “hate when that happens” he said, pointing to himself. I smiled back and said “you look fine, lets get on with this race.” Meanwhile I knew my state of manhood display was far more aroused than his. The worst thing a swimmer can do in a race, besides lose, is look over at another swimmer while racing. “Focus on the race” I kept repeating to myself. I caught a glimpse of Phillip as we flew off the blocks, his start seemed a bit faster than mine. The first leg, the fly was all mine, and I think I had a good lead, which held on the back. However, Phillip closed on the breast stroke and by the end of that leg it seemed we were neck and neck. While I tried to not look, what I could see, he was kicking ass. We hit the wall for the turn into the free. I pushed hard and got a good turn. I knew I had gained, I could not see Phillip at all in my peripheral. I pushed hard for the first 25, and again got a good turn, but Phillip was right there, just fractions behind me into the turn. His push must have been strong, because once again he was right against me. Whatever arousal I had before the start was clearly gone, all the blood flowing to push my muscles to the finish. We were stroke to stroke on each other (in a swimming way). Half way down the final 25 meters, the time had come to push this race. I surged, stretching my reach, pulling with more power, and kicked as strong as I could. Phillip responded quickly, and we stayed neck and neck. As we approached the wall I closed my eyes and reached as far as I could and gave it as much surge as I could. My fingertips hit the timing pad, with that I pushed back away… on my back and catching my breath. It was almost like the biggest orgasm of my like. In the lane next to me, Phillip was doing the same. I stood, watching him slowly stroking backwards. Our eyes met. He was as out of breath as I was. “You kicked my ass,” I said, grasping the lane line and still gulping air. He smiled, then said “no, I think you got that one…” Turned out we had finished so close it was being reviewed. Phillip looked as hot as ever. Drained from the race, but still hot. He stood up and we faced each other. “Awesome swim, mate” he said, “no matter what, you led me to my best time ever.” He was so cute and so sincere. As much as I was turned on, my body had no desire yet to respond, but soon it would. We both climbed out of the pool. We had both made the finals, which would happen tomorrow. Phillip was ahead of me, and I watched him climb out. He looked so awesome, as his package cleared the pool and he lifted his legs onto the side to stand. Finally, I could feel the tingle of arousal return between my legs. For each of us it was our last event of the day. “How about a quick warm down?” Phillip queried. How could I resist. His smile was as sweet as ever. After that we would head to the locker room . “You read my mind” I said, as I came up beside him. “That was a great race,” I added. With that we jumped into the warm up pool for a few laps. Deliberately, I let Phillip go first, the view from behind was so good. To be continued
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