Summer in the band

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“Bonjour,” Bastien said as Chris finished his swim and stood. He followed that with a question in French, but quickly realized Chris had no idea what he was saying. “Ah, American?” Bastian asked in accented English.

“Yes,” Chris replied. “I’m Chris, you are quite a good swimmer.”

“Merci, I mean thanks,” Bastien replied. “So are you. You are quite good looking, too.” Chris blushed.

Chris looked over, checking on Len, who was also standing at the wall. Dr. Hale had already left. “My friend is in lane none,” Chris explained to Bastien. As he said it, Len lifted himself from the pool, the bright colors of his suit clinging to his male body. The impact of swimming was clear as the nearly naked young man stood on the edge of the pool.

“He is quite good looking, too.” Bastien said. “If he your boyfriend?”

“Ah, no. Just a good friend,” Chris replied, caught a bit off guard by the questions.

“Good, that means you are still, how you say, available?” Bastien replied. With that Bastien’s hand touched the backside of Chris’s suit. Bastien was getting very turned on.

“Maybe we should get out,” Chris replied. He never answered the question. Bastien’s suit was bulging with arousal as he cleared the side of the pool. The three guys headed into the locker room.

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Patrick was laying on the top of the bed as Alex came out of the shower. They were both wearing their swim thongs. Patrick looked so hot, he was on his back, head on the pillow sleeping, soft snores as he breathed. His legs were spread about 18 inches at the feel, his suit was well filled with his anatomy, the red shiny material clinging to him. His left hand was laying between his legs. Alex smiled at the sight. “What a cute guy,” he thought to himself.

Alex walked softly over to the bed. He leaned down and kissed Patrick’s forehead lightly, tasting the salt from the dried sweat, residue of earlier activity. Alex pulled the small desk chair alongside the bed, sitting facing the handsome male, Alex’s own bulging blue pouch protruding between his legs. He was not hard, just aroused.

“What are you doing?” a groggy Patrick whispered. Alex’s hands were on his friend’s upper shoulders.

“Stay sleeping, Alex whispered, “I am just taking you in.” Patrick closed his eyes.

Alex lightly rubbed just the tips of his fingers along Patrick’s chest, across his nipples, which were hard with desire. Patrick’s hand slid up and he adjusted the tight lycra pouch, which was now full of every inch of his manhood, the cut outline very visible as his head pressed against the pouch.

“This feels nice,” Patrick whispered.

Alex’s hands ventured lower on I his abdomen. Patrick tensed a bit from the tickle feeling. His chest and abs were clean, free of hair, but for a cute little trail that started just above his waist line and lead to his man parts. Alex followed the trial, his hand now over the top of the tight suit. He rubbed the outline very slight, the sensation of his soft touch increased Patrick’s arousal.

“Oh wow, you know how to tease me,” Patrick whispered. Patrick took his left hand and reached for Alex’s legs, an effort to return the action.

“No, you just lay there, I love watching you,” Alex said as he guided Patrick’s hand back .

Alex increased the erotic sensation of his grasp on Patrick’s desire, now feeling his whole anatomy through the suit. Patrick pressed upward into Alex’s hand. The tiny lycra ouch was now massive, stretching around the outline of Patrick’s very erect state. Patrick was moaning now, Alex enjoying the display of his guy struggling to keep control. Alex slowed the pace, keeping Patrick just at the edge.

“Oh man, please, take me,” Patrick cried out.

“Not so fast, hold on,” Alex whispered back, his free hand rubbing his own parts, as his working hand ventured off the most sensitive parts and rubbed along Patrick’s chest. Alex leaned over and kissed Patrick, a deep kiss that about made Alex explode. Patrick held on the edge as long as he could, for several more minutes. Alex’s hand ventured back down, now holding Patrick through the suit. Alex could feel the pulses of desire emitting from Patrick.

“Oh man, I can’t stop it,” Patrick said, his back arching with effort. “Take me,” he pleaded, again.

Alex slipped his lover free of the confines of the suit, Patrick was massive and harder than he had ever been. Alex held him as his man thrusted into his hand. The explosion was intense, Alex feeling every burst, Patrick pushing hard into Alex’s tight grasp. He kept going, releasing longer and with more force than he had ever felt.

“Alex, that was amazing,” Patrick said breathless as he laid back on his pillow. The evidence of how great was everywhere.

“Yes, it was!” Alex replied. “You were amazing.”

“Your turn,” Patrick replied as he reached for Alex’s bulge between his legs.

[solarguy]

So glad you continued!! Can't wait for Chris' reaction when Sheri shows up!

[crimsonspeedo]

Hello everyone. I just joined this forum and wanted my first posting to be here, because I have become a great fan of this story. My major in college is in civil engineering, and my talents, such as they are, seem to lie more along the lines of sciences and technologies rather than writing, but even a guy such as myself can tell this is some really excellent writing! I wrestled and swam all through my prep school, and swimsuits and singlets are just natural turn-ons. Jockstraps as well, although I've never worn anything under my suits or singlets.

When Sheri gets Chris to sperm-off in his suit I have to lock the dorm door and hang the sign on the knob to keep my roommate away, and "do likewise."

Great job with this story!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Thanks for the kind posts, Solarguy and Crimson. I am glad you like the story. It is really great to get a little encouragement. Crimson, welcome to the board.

STS

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The Boeing 777 was on its approach to Paris. A slight chop at 18,000 feet jostled the plane, nothing out of the ordinary as the plane broke through the first layer of clouds on the descent. A little turbulence was a good way to wake the sleeping passengers of the red eye. Sheri woke and read the text updates and pictures from Chris. She smiled at his usual morning selfie, showing her his swimsuit of the day. He looked cute in the blue Turbo France suit. Little did he know she’sd be seeing him live in just a few hours. She dare not text him back yet, it would still be the middle of the night for her, not for the plane ride.

“Good morning folks,” came the soft voice of Sheri’s uncle over the plane’s speaker. “We are about twenty minutes from landing. The weather in Paris is excellent today, a few clouds and near 80 expected. Right now it is 70 degrees. A gusty wind at the airport and we have a few layers of clouds, so I expect some bumps as we head in so please check your seatbelts. Welcome to Paris.” Sheri sighed, soon she would be looking at Chris live. She could not wait to see him, have him model his newest swimsuits, even touch and feel his body. She tingled as she felt her love for him surge through her body.

As Ryan told them, the plane bounced as it sliced through the clouds, enough turbulence to be make less skilled flyers nervous. Sheri knew Uncle Ryan had everything in control. She scanned past photos of Chris, stopping at one she took of him at the lake. She smiled as she saw the outline of his hardness in the white swimsuit. She clearly had turned him on, she remembered the day well. As she took him in, a new text arrived. “Great swim, wish you were here. Changing to go to the rooftop pool to see the view.” He added a photo of himself tying the strings of one of his favorite suits, his Zumo California Republic suit. She so badly wanted to write back.

“Hi Sweetie,” Sheri started the text. “Wow, I love you in that swimsuit. It is my favorite, but anything u wear is a fav,” Sheri continued. She snapped a close up of her face on her pillow, making sure not to get any airplane background in it. She hit send.

“Why r u up?” came the immediate reply. “Cute pic.”

“Couldn’t sleep. Thinking of u,” Sheri replied.

The plane made its final descent, the rear wheels touching softly on the runway, then the nose. Little did Chris know his sweetheart had landed in Paris. Even her quizzing questions of his hotel and room number did not seem to tip him off that something was up. As Sheri prepared to deplane, Chris and Grant stood by the pool taking in the sun and the sights. Grant was still in the red and white swimsuit, albeit showered. Melody laid on a lounger watching the two handsome guys.

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“How about we grab breakfast on our way into the city,” suggested Uncle Ryan. “I know this cute little place just off the airport. Then I can drop you at the hotel. I was able to get you a room there for two nights.”

“You are too sweet,” Sheri replied. “I want you to meet him.”

“I don’t know, he sounds so cute I might not be able to handle it,” Ryan replied.

“Wait until you see him in his swimsuit,” Sheri replied. Uncle Ryan smiled.

“You always have liked swimmers,” he replied.

“Yeah, you were my first.” Sheri answered. She grabbed his arm and laid her head on his shoulder. The uncle and the niece, best friends forever, headed out of the airport.

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The sun on the rooftop pool felt warm and comforting against Chris’s smooth, muscular chest. He laid back in the lounger, Grant to his left in a like lounger and Len, who had just joined the duo, to his right. Len switched back to a pair of tight fitting red print jammers that left nothing to the imagination with regard to his size or features. He caught the attention of a couple of girls who had joined the growing poolside collection of band members.

“Quite interesting with Bastien,” Len said as the three guys laid back.

“Yeah, he was a nice guy,” Chris replied.

“Dude, he really liked you, I mean really liked you,” Len replied.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Chris replied.

“Who’s Bastien?” Grant asked.

“Oh, some guy we met swimming. He was in my lane.” Chris replied.

“Grant, Bastein was more than a swimmer. He was all hot for Chris. I mean he wanted him bad. You should have seen the freaking boner he had.”

“I don’t think he had a boner over me,” Chris replied.

“Hey he did ask you to go out with him,” Len rebutted quickly. “And he wasn’t talking to grab breakfast.”

“Well, was he at least good looking?” Grant asked.

“Yeah, I guess so, I mean not that I am checking guys out or anything,” Chris replied. “Now let’s cut this out.”

“Dude, if you don’t want him, I’ll take him. He was pretty damn hot, if you ask me.” Len replied. “Even if he wanted you and not me.”

“Len, you’re gay?” Grant asked.

“Now, see what you started?” Chris jumped in.

“Yeah, maybe, I don’t know…” Len replied. Chris rolled his eyes and laid his head back, he let the two guys debate their sexual desires, he just wanted to enjoy the sun. Within minutes the voices faded softly away as Chris dozed.

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“Paris is beautiful, but not as pretty as you,” Chris whispered to Sheri as the two kissed from the top of the Eiffel tower. Chris was wearing tight, form fitting jeans, being more enhanced by Sheri’s hand slipped down over his crotch as they kissed.

“I love you,” she replied as they kissed deeper.

Chris enjoyed the feel of her hands all over him. He could feel her soft touch rubbing his chest, across the back of his shoulders, and down to his waist. Her touch was soft, gentle, and very much erotic. He was stimulated, his tight jeans gripping him and making him more aroused than ever. He twitched his legs as he grew harder and more aroused.

“You feel awesome,” Sheri whispered as she again massaged the front of him.

“Oh please, Sheri, do that more,” Chris heard himself whisper into her ear. She held him, gently caressing the outline of his bulge, making him pulsate with urge. He could feel wetness form inside the tight jeans. He let her continue, even though he knew he should stop before it was too late. He had not seen her in weeks, and he so badly wanted to feel her love, enjoy her softness. “I missed you so much,” he whispered into her ear.

“Me too, my handsome man.” Chris was rock hard and ready. He could feel the juices of his manhood starting to rise within him. He was close, she was taking him all the way. Her hand gently rubbed across him, squeezing. The swimsuit was gripping him, he was about to burst right through the very stretched material holding him in with every fiber. He felt her kiss, it was so real. He could taste her, smell her.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

A burst of voices startled Chris, an outburst of playful screams coming from the pool. Chris’s eyes popped open, the bright sun in his eyes. He was disoriented, suddenly pulled from his hot, erotic dream. He looked around. A bunch of band members were playing in the pool. He felt the tight grip of his swimsuit. He was rock hard and on the brink of exploding, his suit bulging massively. While the dream was not real, what he felt during the dream had made everything about his body very real. He was past the point of control, trapped erect and bursting in the very tight and tiny suit. As a swimmer, Chris had had some times where he got aroused, but never like this. At swim team, he’d just jump in the pool at the slightest urge and all other times he avoided any thoughts of girls, sex and never fell asleep. Today he violated all of those and suddenly found himself in a very difficult situation. He tried to adjust, but that only made matters worse.

“Oh Gawd,” Chris said to himself as he felt his body about to thrust. He quickly placed his hands on his bulging swimsuit, the sun hot against his overly aroused body. “Crap,” he thought to himself. He knew he could not hold back. He quickly rolled over as the first major thrust burst inside the tight gripping swimsuit. The force was powerful as he released a strong push. He laid on his stomach, head into his towel, as his body thrusted into the cushion of the lounger. He could feel his butt squeeze with each thrust. Chris wondered if what was happening was obvious. The flow kept going, both the suit and the cushion becoming soaked.

Melody watched all of it. She watched as Chris slept and became aroused. She enjoyed the show as his anatomy became more clearly and prominently displayed wrapped in the tight lycra. First Grant and now Chris, guys were clearly easily turned on, she concluded. She smirked as she watched Chris’s butt flex with each thrust. She knew exactly what was happening.

“Dude, you okay?” Len asked. Like Chris, Len and Grant had closed their eyes and soaked in the sun, missing the display of lust from Chris’s dream. Len woke when Chris flipped over and grabbed his own crotch.

“Yeah, just a cramp from swimming.” Chris replied. He was flush, breathing hard. “I’ll be fine.” Chris could feel the last of his release seeping from him. He was still hard, the wet suit clinging to him. He was afr from fine, as his body seemed not to stop. What do I do now, he wondered. He had not worn shorts, so he had noting to change into or slip on. is suit was soaked and he was still very erect. He felt trapped.

“How’s the cramp?” Len asked.

“Getting better,” Chris replied. “I need to just lay here.” He laid still for several minutes, hoping he'd start to go down.

“Maybe you should jump in the pool,” Len suggested.

“Yeah, in a minute,” Chris replied. I guess I really miss Sheri, Chris thought to himself. “But, maybe a shower first.” he added. “I am kind of sweaty.”

Chris finally rolled back over, concealing the wet suit and still massive bulge with his hands. He slowly stood, checking to see if anything was visible. With Melody watching his every move, Chris dashed off to the changing room. The shower was a welcome relief.

[a speedo minded guy]

Another great chapter!!! Love the way Chris is really waiting to be near Sheri to come. He will have his dream come true!!! Then maybe, his accident will happen for real with Sheri, versus a dream. Keep up the great work!!!