Summer in the band

[crimsonspeedo]

Gad, yet another pair of sperm-stained briefs with which to contend. I should buy stock in the company making Oxyclean. This series is crazy hot.

So my college roommate was in the room when I shot, and I was in just briefs and a pair of semi-tight work-out shorts. After a short while he said "Dude, whatever you're reading or whatever you're looking at must be awesome. I can smell your cum from here!"

"Oh, man...sorry..." I mumbled. I must have still been in this fog or something. I was still hard and everything. I could have shot again just rubbing my cock in my own sperm.

"Hey, no sweat!" He laughed. "At least you don't jack-off right in front of me!!" He paused and looked right at me and said, "Not that I'd mind watching that."

So next installment of this series he's getting a show. We'll see where that goes!

Damn. Now I'm hard again.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Sheri and Uncle Ryan checked her into the hotel shortly after noon. They made a stop at Printemps Department store a few blocks from the hotel as well as a smaller specialty shop. Uncle Ryan treated Sheri to a short skirt outfit, a special treat for his favorite niece. Sheri loved shopping with Ryan, he always had such great taste and loved colorful things, just like her. They passed by the swimsuits on the way out, which lead too an impromptu purchase of a cute green floral bikini, a really skimpy one that was sure to turn Chris on.

“But, now I need to get him one to match,” Sheri said, mostly teasing.

“You know I love to shop for guys swimsuits,” Ryan replied with a big grin. “I know exactly the perfect suit. You did say he likes real swimsuits,” Uncle Ryan winked as he said it. He took Sheri a few blocks away to a small men’s shop. The window had a whole array of men’s swimwear, most of it quite revealing. Sheri wasn’t sure what her uncle had in mind.

Inside they were alone in the store, but for the younger man who greeted them. “Hey Ryan, back in town, I see,” the very cordial attendant said. Ryan and he hugged, a bit more than just a greeting hug.

“Bastien, so good to see you, you look sexy as ever,” Ryan opened the conversation.

“You, as well, are you swimming tomorrow. Shall we meet at the pool?” Bastein replied. “I saw the cutest guys there this morning”

“Count me in,” Ryan replied. “this is my niece, Sheri. She is out here to see her boyfriend perform in a concert.”

Bastien carried on with Sheri for several minutes.

“So, Bastien, you remember that cute green swimsuit I liked,” Ryan shifted the subject.

“Ah, I knew you’d come back for it,” Bastien said as he led them to a cluster of very cute green print suits with very narrow sides. “You would look perfect!” Bastien replied with a little too much excitement.

They left the store a few minutes later with a green suit for Chris and two new suits for Ryan, suits he could not resist buying. Bastien also invited Chris to join him for dinner, a ritual for the two handsome men.

“So, are you two a Paris romance?” Sheri asked.

Ryan laughed. “Oh no, just good friends. Bastien is lots of talk, and maybe a bit flirty, but that is as far as we get,” Ryan explained, not really being truthful. “He is a good swimmer, though. We met at the pool where I swim when I am here. It is pretty close by.”

“Chris will love this new suit,” Sheri said as they walked toward the hotel. She held it up. "It's a bit smaller than what he normally wears, but I know he will love it."

“And you will love him in it,” Uncle Ryan teased. "Just be careful, poor guy can't hide his feelings in that suit." They both smirked at the thought.

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The concert at the Eiffel tower ended at just before 5.. The American band was the third of four international concert bands to perform. They opened with the French National Anthem, followed by the Star Spangled Banner. Security was very tight, a reality of the post 9/11 world and the more recent Paris bombings. Sheri and her uncle were strategically positioned with a great view of Chris, but far enough back that he would not see them. The most powerful part of the show was when the band played Pictures at an Exhibition. Chris rose, looking very patriotic in his red, white and blue outfit. His dress pants fit him well, showing a nice bump where his best anatomical features were. Underneath, Chris was wearing a pair of pouch front bikini cut underwear he secretly bought for the trip. He liked how they fit and how his parts felt inside the form fitting pouch. Truth be told, they made him a bit aroused, resulting in the bump in his pants that Sheri watched as he stood.

“Hey Chris,” uncle Ryan called from the security fence that surrounded the band staging area. Chris turned to see the unfamiliar face. “I have someone who wants to say hello.” As he said it, Sheri stepped from behind him and smiled. Tears ran down her face and quickly down Chris’s.

“Oh my gosh, you look so beautiful,” Chris cried as he ran towards her. He scooped her into his arms and lifted her over the fence. “I miss you so much.”

“Me too,” she replied as they kissed. A guard walked toward them, but decided to let them be, clearly she was not a threat. They kissed and hugged, the pouch of Chris’s underwear expanding, making his pants bump a full grown bulge. He did not care, and Sheri enjoyed the response.

“I can’t wait to show you Paris. Where are you staying?” Chris asked with excitement, the tears of both now gone.

“Same hotel as you, but uncle Ryan said we can stay at his condo if we want. It has a rooftop private hot tub.” Sheri replied.

It was going to be an amazing night, if Chris could hold himself back that long.

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Bastien and Ryan met at a quiet restaurant. Despite what Ryan had told Sheri, Bastien and he were, in fact, very close. Their friendship had started as swimmers at the pool on days when Ryan was in Paris to where it was now. Deep friends, both gay, and starting to explore a more romantic level. Bastien owned the small swimwear and underwear shop, catering largely to a gay clientele, although he had a core of open minded straight guys who were regular customers. He was never going to be a millionaire running the shop, but the benefit of seeing cute guys trying on a wide assortment of swimwear and underwear made up for the lack of real money. Plus, Bastien was never at a loss for new swimwear at the pool. He was always open for adventure, especially if it involved swimsuits, sleek underwear, and hot guys.

“Let’s have some fun,” Bastien said to Ryan as they finished desert and the final pour of a magnificent French red wine.

“I’m up for that,” Ryan replied. “I have tomorrow free, so the night is ours.” Ryan gave his friend a mischievous smile. The two guys had never had sex, but the desire was there in both of them. Bastien, the younger, looked amazing in swimwear. He was a well sculptured man, with a robust and very reactive anatomy. Ryan was the older, more classic swimmer look. He was less forward, more cautious. His blue eyes were captivating, his graying hair still reflecting the blonde of his younger days. “What are you thinking?”

“Maybe we stop by the shop, pick out a few things to share and go sip champagne at my place. I am sure the hot tub is free.” Ryan smiled and nodded. It sounded like a great plan. Plus it gave Sheri and Ryan time alone at Ryan's condo.

The shop was three blocks away. The streets were still bustling with shoppers, tourists and locals making there way to points unknown. Bastien unlocked the door and the guys entered. Bastien led Ryan to the storage room, careful not to turn on the lights and attract customers. He pointed Ryan to a small section of hand picked swimsuits, all in their sizes, that Bastien pulled aside for his personal use. “Pick any you want to try,” Bastien said. His French accent was heavier, a side effect of the wine.

“Quite the little collection,” Ryan said as he scanned the several dozen suits, ranging from splashy square cuts to very erotic thongs or less. Ryan picked four, each one progressively more daring. Bastien smiled as he did so, and then added two more, one a very skimpy number that once on probably covered not much more than the male parts.

“It is only for private viewing,” Bastien said as he handed Ryan the most skimpy of suits.

Each loaded with six suits, they quietly left the shop and headed toward Bastien’s small, urban apartment. Ryan reached out and took Bastien’s hand. The two handsome men smiled as they walked. Maybe even slightly aroused already.

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[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“They are fun,” Sheri said as Patrick and Alex headed off on their own rest of the night. The four of them spent the evening touring Paris, taking in the Notre Dame cathedral, getting their character’s drawn by a street vendor, and sneaking in a cold beer at a sidewalk café.

“Yes, they are cool.” Chris replied as he gripped Sheri’s hand and pulled her into a kiss. He was wearing blue print shorts with the same pouch underwear underneath. The tighter shorts displaying a nice bulge. Sheri wore a matching blue solid blue mini skirt, short enough to drive Chris a little crazy and a white flower top. They kissed for several minutes before heading back to Ryan’s condo. Ryan got special permission from the band director to host the two, promising to make sure they were safe and in bed by 11, apart. Some promises would not be kept.

“I’ll be late,” the note read, “Have fun and enjoy a little wine and cheese.” the short note finished. The condo was delightful, albeit small. With his frequent flights to Paris, Ryan bought it as a place to stay and with longer term intentions of a retirement hide away. A spiral staircase led to a private rooftop hot tub. The hot tub was actually shared by four condos, but rarely used. Most of the owners were absentee, much like Ryan.

“Let’s get our suits on,” Sheri said as she stood overlooking the tub, five stories above the street. Chris wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him. He had already striped his shorts and shirt, now wearing the sleek, sexy, bikini he had hidden under the blue shorts. His fully aroused anatomy, tightly packed in the stretching pouch rubbed against her. “Someone’s ready for fun,” Sheri responded.

“I missed you so much,” Chris replied. He held her tight.

“Let me see what you have on,” Sheri asked as she turned to face him. Chris stepped back. He was fully exposed, but for the little band of silky blue print material that barely contained him. “Oh my, don’t you look hot.” Sheri responded. She reached out and grabbed him, pulling him into her. She rubbed his shoulders with one hand and felt very part of his bulging anatomy with the other.

“Oh man,” Chris replied. “Your touch feels so good.” CHris quickly grew very hard, his anatomy growing and bending to the contour of the pouch. He moaned as his body struggled inside the tight blue bikini.

“I love feeling your body,” Sheri replied, her hand feeling as he was growing inside it. “You are so amazing.” Chris moaned again. They held each other and kissed, a deep and long embrace. Just when Chris new he needed to break away he whispered. “Let’s get ready for the hot tub, maybe grab that wine.”

“Good idea,” Sheri replied. She watched as Chris stepped back, his very erect manhood almost bursting from the seal of the pouch. He was pointed down, the outline of him bending erect between his legs, every aspect of his features molded into the silky material. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. It was the beginning of a night of new experiences and new levels for both of them. And new swimsuits.

[solarguy]

As always…thanks so much for all the effort you put into your writing. I am thoroughly enjoying this story. You have such an ease to your story telling. Thanks again!!!!

[a speedo minded guy]

Keep up the great work. Always fun and interesting chapters.

[a speedo minded guy]

Hi STS, looking for a new chapter

[Captain.Jammer]

Hey, SwimTeamSpeedo!

Fantastic work!!

I had been away from home and the board for a few months. But finally, just now, found some time to get caught up on your amazing story. I love the developments and the surprise from Sheri and the amazing maturity and level-headedness of Chris. I did see that you had Jammers in a recent chapter, again!

It has been a while, but I hope another chapter is in the works. You write so well. I appreciate all your efforts to create a believable and entertaining story for us. Thank you!

[Captain.Jammer]

Originally Posted by crimsonspeedo

Gad, yet another pair of sperm-stained briefs with which to contend. I should buy stock in the company making Oxyclean. This series is crazy hot.

...

So next installment of this series he's getting a show. We'll see where that goes!

Damn. Now I'm hard again.

CrimsonSpeedo, so glad you are along for the ride and sharing your experiences to enhance the story line!

So what happened with the reading of the next installment?

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“Here, I got this for you,” Sheri announced as she tossed Chris a small box wrapped in silver paper. “Thought you might like it.” Chris blushed as he took it, felling embarrassed that he did not have a gift in return.

“I wish I had something to give you,” he said a he started the pull the paper from the box, carefully opening the seams rather than ripping it from the small box.

“Seeing you is my gift,” Sheri replied as she rubbed Chris’s chest. He was still very erect in the silky pouch bikini. Sheri slide her hand down and rubbed that part of him, too. Chris flinched at her touch, he was so ready to explode, his erection firming to her touch.

“Very nice,” he said as he held up the small green swimsuit. “It’s pretty tiny,” he added, “just the way you like them,” he smiled.

“I thought maybe you could wear it tonight,” she asked. A coy grin on her face. Sheri headed off to get changed in the small guest room of the condo.

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Chris stood alone in the bathroom. He rubbed himself across the front of the pouched briefs he still had on. He was aroused, erect, and ready. He teased himself, feeling his body stiffen inside the silky grip. “Damn, I am so ready,“ Chris thought. He slipped off the silky blue briefs, his fully erect manhood now free of the material. Chris turned on the shower, and stepped in. Rather than actually shower, he was doing more to make himself aroused.

“I shouldn’t do this,” he thought, feeling conflicted between the urge to go all the way and hold back. The sensations he was feeling told him to finish. He was close, it wouldn’t take much.

“Sweets, you ready?” Sheri’s voice called.

“Um, yeah, in a minute,’ Chris called back. Just as he did, he heard a tap at the door.

“May I come in?” Sheri asked. She did not wait for an answer and the door opened as she peered through.

“I guess so,” Chris grinned at her. He was fully exposed, fully erect, and totally on display. Chris grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, his erection tenting the towel. Sheri grabbed him and pulled him to her. Sheri was wearing the tiniest green, racy bikini. It barely covered anything. She had bought it specially for him. She’d never wear something so skimpy in public. They embraced, she wrapped her arms around him and rubbed his back. He held her close.

“Feels like someone’s ready for more than a hot tub,” Sheri whispered.

“I’m ready for anything with you,” Chris replied.

They broke free. Chris dropped the towel and slid the green swimsuit on. He fought to get all of himself contained in the tiny little suit, pressing himself under the waist band, off to the right, and tying the strings tightly. He showed massively in the suit.

“oooo, I like what I see,” Sheri complimented him. “We match, too.”

“You look beautiful,” Chris replied. Sheri shot a selfie picture of the two of them using the floor to ceiling mirror.

“I’ll keep this just for us,” She said. Chris’s bulging suit left nothing to the imagination, every bump and vein of him exposed by the tight material.

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Chris uncorked the wine and poured two glasses. The wine was clearly expensive, Uncle Ryan would have nothing less. He handed a glass to Sheri, who was smiling at him with an alluring look. Thankfully, his erection had eased, but he was still aroused, his anatomy tingling. He was feeling every urge between his legs, the sensation of wanting overtaking all his other thoughts. The tight, sexy swimsuit teasing his anatomy.

“Lets, get in that hot tub,” Chris said as he reached for Sheri’s hand.

“But first a hug,” she replied as she swing face to face with him and pulled him close. Sheri’s leg slipped between Chris’s she rubbed against his bulging suit. She could feel his erect, she loved to feel him this way. They kissed deep, long and passionately. Chris could feel himself becoming totally hard, the desires he had been holding back trying to emerge. He struggled to hold back, as Sheri’s leg, then hand rubbed him.

“Oh wow,” he whispered. “We better get in that tub before I can’t stop.”

“You feels so awesome,” she replied. “I could touch you all day.” They slid apart. Chris’s anatomy fully displayed as it pushed against the tight green suit, the drawstring barely holding it all in. He could hardly walk. A tiny spot of wetness formed on the front of the suit as his body released a little of the fluid of his passion.

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Having given up on any hope for Chris, Sarah’s attention had turned to Grant, who was very cute in his own unique way. He was not as muscular as Chris, but he had a smooth chest with nice arms and shoulders and a flat abdomen with a light display of abs. The best part, of course was when he wore his swimsuits, the same suits as Chris. His bulge was handsome, a nice display of male anatomy. Unlike Chris, who displayed himself up, Grant usually wore himself down, forming a nice bubble. The tight lycra of his suits generally wrapped around him tight enough to show his outline bending around the front of the bulge. “It’s funny how guys wear themselves so differently,” Sarah thought to her self.

“Hey, lets go to the pool,” Sarah suggested as Grant, Len, Alex, Patrick and her came back from a walking tour around the Arc de Triomph. “I’ll see if some of the girls want to come, too.” She added.

“Sounds like a plan,” Len answered. “Maybe we can grip some more of the guys, too” The group broke off to their rooms to change.

Len laid out several suits on his bed, two jammers, a really cute square cut with a touch of floral, and a white background Ace Turbo. “What one should I wear?” Len asked Grant as he looked at all of them. Grant turned, tying the strings of his Brasil Turbo suit. Len watched as Grant slipped his hand in and adjusted himself, forming the perfect bulge of anatomy in the suit. Len smiled. “That suit looks hot,” he complimented Grant.

“Thanks, man. I love this suit,” Grant replied. For some reason, Grant started getting hard, the bulge feeling tight in the suit. He took his hand and rubbed the front of himself.

“Better to get that boner over with now,” Len laughed as he said it.

“You know I like briefs,” Grant changed the subject back to Len’s suit selection. “So I would pick the white one. But you should wear what you like.”

Len slipped on a pair of wild blue and green print jammers. The fit was tight, gripping him tightly around his legs and crotch. He had to work to get them on, and once on his maleness was clearly outlined in the tight grip. He adjusted himself, pointing upward and to the right. The tight material clearly outlining what he was packing. “Pretty tight,” Len said as he tied the strings.

“Yeah, speaking of boners,” Grant replied. Len smirked. “But that color looks awesome on you.”

The two guys headed out the door, ready for some fun at the pool. Sarah was already poolside in a white string bikini that when wet would leave little left unrevealed. She had a plan, and Grant would not know what hit him.

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Sheri sat close as the two sipped wine and enjoyed the comfort of each other and the warmth of the tub against the cool evening air. A candle flickered as the breeze blew. The sounds of Paris added a sweet romantic touch, the two lovers nestled away in the middle of the world’s most romantic city. Chris had his arm wrapped around Sheri, rubbing her shoulder. She had her hand on his inner leg just above the knee.

“I love you,” she whispered as they began a soft kiss.

“I love you too,” Chris replied. “More than you can imagine.”

“You are sweet,” she replied. Her hand slid up his leg and she rubbed the front of his suit. A surge of desire pulsed through his as he immediately responded.

“I want us to go all the way,” she confided. “I think I am ready,”

“We’ll go nice and slow,” Chris replied. Chris worked to quell the surging response to the way she was massaging him. It was a fight he risked losing, ruining the romance of the whole night.

They kissed again.

[a speedo minded guy]

Another wonderful chapter. Chris and Sheri are really heating up. The wine and hot tub will probably send then both over the edge. Sarah is the kind that just won't give up. B interesting to know how she is going to go after Grant. In a way, I feel sorry for him. Keep up the great work!!!