Summer in the band

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The moon light shimmered across the balcony through the sliding glass door of the bedroom in Chris’s grand room, giving off a soft glow. Chris was alone. He slipped out of the wet swimsuit he had worn in the pool, toweling off his males parts, which were still aroused from watching Grant in the pool. Chris stood naked, admiring himself in the full length mirror. He gently massaged himself, not to bring himself to orgasm, rather just enjoying the feel of his anatomy. He did this often, savoring the results of his intense swimming workouts. He rubbed his abs, watching as his body responded to his own caress. Chris marveled at the male body, whether his or another swimmer, a secret he kept very private. He let his urge pass, as he turned and walked across the room to his suitcase.

Chris dug through his clothes, looking for a very specific swimsuit to slip on. He had bought it at a small boutique in Italy, secretly having gone back there alone after Alex and he had found it. He pulled the suit out and held it up. The tags were still on it. He admired the slight spread of material that would soon be wrapped around him. Chris slipped his feet through the suit and pulled it up his legs, the material stretching perfectly as he gently pulled it over his anatomy and adjusted the back of it. The material was soft, almost silky feeling. He adjusted himself, his body responding to the sensual feel of the material. He smiled as the spider print came to life, the spiders legs wrapping around his masculine bulge, as if it were about to attack. “I love this suit,” Chris said aloud to no one, as he admired the slight fit and awesome print of the Neptune Scepter brief. The side panels were narrow, barley a half inch, the cut in front accentuating his best features. He rubbed his hand over the front of the suit, feeling himself and the soft material at the same time. He grew totally erect. He held himself with his left hand, the last three fingers gently touching between his legs, his thumb rubbing against his erect anatomy. He spread his legs a bit, enjoying the feel of the silky lycra material and the stimulation of his own caress.

Chris made his way to the balcony, still totally alone in the dark room. He continued to hold himself in the tight fit of the suit, his left hand continuing to tantalize his desires. Chris stood at the balcony taking in the pool scene. The entire pool was quiet, but for Alex and Patrick in the hot tub. The muddled sounds of voices drifted in the air. Chris watched Alex and Patrick as they laid arm in arm against the wall of the hot tub, it was clear they were enjoying each other very much. Chris watched as the two kissed, long deep kisses full of love and lust. Their display turned Chris on even more, the snug suit being stretched to its limits by Chris’s own urges. Chris found himself attracted in a way he did not expect, a very curious desire took his mind to thoughts and urges he had never felt before. A state of arousal quickly was consuming him, just as urges were consuming Alex and Patrick. “Wow,” Chris thought to himself as he felt his body becoming consumed by his pulsations of erotic desire.

The chime of the iPad broke Chris’s trance. Sheri’s smile appeared on the screen. He stepped back and fell into one of the loungers, hitting the accept button as he laid back. “Hey cutie, I love and miss you,” Chris said into the camera. Sheri eyed his muscled upper body, taking it all in. Just like Chris, Sheri was equally full of desire and passion. He looked so hot, so sexually arousing and handsome. She felt tingles of heat shoot through her, especially in the right places.

“Show me the rest of you,” she asked. “I bet you are in some cute swimsuit.” She smiled as Chris maneuvered the iPad to show off the rest of his masculine and very stimulated body. “That spider looks cute,” Sheri added as he scanned his midsection. “Love that swimsuit.”

“I really wish you were here,” Chris replied. “I know it is only a few more days.” They two ventured into a deep and very erotic conversation.

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The early morning sun woke Chris. He was still on the balcony, but a blanket covered him. His iPad was on the floor next to the chair. He was a little disoriented for a second, until he got his bearings. “where did this blanket come from,” Chris wondered. He had not brought one out with him the night before. A text on his iPad from Sheri read “you must be falling asleep sweetie, I love you.” His suit was still on, but not tied up. He slipped out from under the blanket, stood and tied up the suit, adjusting himself for a better fit. He looked over the rail at the quiet pool. A sole attendant was clearing old towels and lining up the chairs for a new day. It was barely after five.

Chris quietly slid open the screen door. Patrick and Alex were wrapped in each other in the bed, they were both wearing matching Turbo briefs. As Chris passed by the foot of the bed, Alex woke, saying nothing. He watched as Chris walked past, his handsome nearly naked body. Alex loved the suit, Patrick and he had admired Chris in it as he slept on the balcony.

“Hi Chris,” Alex whispered.

“Hi, go back to sleep,” Chris replied. “I’m going to change and go for a swim.”

“Okay,” Alex replied. “Hot looking suit,” he added.

Alex washed the sticky remnants of his lustful conversation with Sheri from his chest, wondering if Alex and Patrick saw any of that, an answer he would never know. He slipped out of the Spider suit and into his Turbo USA swim brief. As always happened as he put on his suits, he got aroused, adjusting himself to fit into the suit. Chris grabbed his swim gear, slipped on a shirt, and headed out the door.

The lap pool had opened at 5. The six lane, 25 meter pool was empty, but for a lone swimmer in the first lane, a guy in his twenties wearing an Aussiebum Superhero brief. Chris watched for a few seconds as the swimmer made his way down the lane, not fast, and did an open turn at the wall. Chris jumped in lane three and pushed off. Gliding long under the water. The cool water felt refreshing .

The swimmer in lane one caught a glimpse of Chris’s swimmer body as they passed mid lane. He eyed Chris’s muscled legs, and especially the way his bulge hung into the water. Chris did the same check out in return. Chris was clearly the stronger swimmer, and much more muscular. As the two cute guys swam two other swimmers joined the pool, both female. They were wearing blue print Speedo suits. They took the two lanes next to Chris.

Chris swam 5000 meters. When he finished, he was the sole remaining swimmer in the pool. The swimmer in the Aussiebum had finished thirty minutes earlier, and the two ladies only swam for twenty minutes. Chris did a few warm down laps, finishing off with a few stretches at the wall. The swim felt great. As he always did, Chris pulled the strings out from his waist, letting them hang free of the confines of the suit. He hoisted his tall, lean body from the pool, the wet suit clinging to him. On deck he stood, legs spread about shoulder width, and did a series of arm pulls.

“You are a really graceful swimmer,” a voice broke Chris’s concentration. He turned to see a similarly tall, very fit swimmer walking toward him, his Aussiebum Superhero suit giving him a splash of playful color. While not as muscular as Chris, he was clearly in great shape, especially the way he filled out the Nylon swimsuit.

“Hey, thanks,” Chris replied. “You are really good, too.” The two stood for silent for a few seconds looking at each other. Both eyes wandered along each other’s swim suited masculine physique, checking out how well each other’s swimsuits fit. “Cool suit,” Chris broke the silence, “I really like Aussiebum suits.”

“Thanks, I was thinking the same about yours,” the swimmer replied. “It really looks nice on you, you are the perfect build for that suit.” Chris blushed.

“You staying here at the hotel?” Chris asked.

“Technically, yes. I work here for the Summer. They give me a room as part of my deal. It’s really great, I get the use of the facilities on my time off.”

“Cool,” Chris replied.

“I am Bobby, by the way,” the cute swimmer held out his hand. Chris shook it and returned the introduction. “How about we get changed and grad some coffee, I know this great little coffee shop…” The two handsome young men headed into the locker room. Chris pushed down on the front of his suit, he could not believe he was getting hard.

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[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Patrick laid on his back on the bed. Alex rested his head on his shoulder listening to Patrick’s deep breaths. They were both sweaty and hot. Alex was naked, his Turbo swimsuit long slid off his body. Patrick was still in his, the last few releases of desire seeping out into the suit.

“That was amazing,” Patrick said as he kissed Alex on the head. “I love you so much.”

“You were awesome,” Alex replied. “But what is with the knot?”

“I don’t know man,” Patrick replied. “I guess I just must have double tied it,” he added as he fiddled with the knot between his fingers. He was flush, both from the heat of the moment and from the embarrassment of his situation. He could not believe he could not get his swimsuit untied. Even now, he was not sure he’d ever get the knot out. Alex rubbed over him, feeling Patrick’s manhood in his hand.

“You feel awesome,” Alex whispered. He eyed the tight fit of the wet, white background swimsuit. He could see Patrick’s cut line through the form fitting fabric. “ The look on your face when you realized you were trapped in your swimsuit,” Alex laughed.

“That must have been funny,” Patrick replied. “But seriously, I can’t get the knot out.”

“Let me help you,” Alex offered as he started to take control. Quickly their bodies responded to the stimulus of the touches in the right places. Alex grew hard, and so did Patrick. By the time they were done, Patrick’s swimsuit would eventually come off, but not before it got more wet with passion.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The end. Hope you enjoyed most of it.

[sebbie]

This needs a short epilogue about 5 years after all of this, like the end of the last harry Potter movie. The epilogue would answer questions such as
1. Did Chris end up marrying Sheri, or did his gay side develop more?

2. Did Alex and Patrick end up marrying?

3.The band seemed to have never played a concert in the last half of he story. Did the brass just get tossed to the side?

[solarguy]

Thanks for a great story STS! I really enjoyed reading it and following the characters. I appreciate all the hard work that goes in to putting together a story like this. Although, I think the end was a little bit flat.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

It was the last full day that the band would have to themselves, no concerts, no rehearsals, no activities planned. It was a free day, in every sense of the word. Chris woke early, well before the sun was up, the slightest glow of the emerging day just breaking on the eastern horizon. He grabbed his Turbo Aces swimsuit and slipped it on over his naked body, gently tucking and positioning his still morning hard anatomy into the tight fit of the suit. He walked out on the balcony and took in the cool morning air. The hotel was silent, the pools below still, the backlighting in the water painting a romantic picture before him. As he watched, he rubbed his hand on his own bulge, enjoying the sensation he was giving himself and making himself much harder and more aroused in the form fitting suit. No one was watching and he almost finished the job, when his willpower and the lure of his morning workout pulled him away. A tiny trickle of wetness soaked into the lycra material.

“Hey, you going swimming?” Alex whispered as Chris wandered out into the sitting room of the suite. Patrick and Alex were wrapped around each other, just a single sheet covering them. They both looked content and so much in love.

“Yeah, one last good swim before the long days of travel ahead.”

“You look amazing,” Alex replied.

“Thanks, man, but I think you already have a pretty amazing guy.” Chris somewhat teased but mostly meant.

“Yeah…” Alex trailed off. The door closed as Chris left the two guys to themselves.

The fitness center and lap pool opened at 5, and just as the day before, not a person was there. Chris showered, tied up his suit, and took the last inside lane of the six lane pool. He swam a strong workout, for the next two hours, racking up 6000 meters of swimming. Shortly after seven he got out of the pool, which was still empty but for one older guy in his fifties who was swimming two lanes over. He was tall, lean, and wore an awesome print pair of Funky Trunk briefs. “Cool swimsuit,” Chris thought to himself as he watched the swimmer make his was up the pool and do a graceful flip turn to head the other way.

Chris snapped a picture of himself through the full length mirror and shot a good morning text off to Sherie. His suit quickly filled out at the thought of feeling her against him, which only made the picture that much more interesting. “Almost home,” he wrote. “Can’t wait to hold you in my arms.” He smiled to himself as he headed back to his room by way of the outer path that led to the resort pool he could see from his balcony. The tall, handsome, and very fit swimmer was catching the eye of rising guests watching from the balconies above. One cute girl from the band in particular watched Chris as he walked along the edge of the curving pool. She has eyed him all trip, but only from afar. She thought he looked so confident with himself as he would walk around in his skimpy swimsuits. He was more than just good looking, he was so sexually arousing. She tingled as she took him in, the same desire she had felt since the first day she saw him.

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“Good morning,” Chris said to Alex and Patrick as he walked toward the balcony. The two were sitting together on a double lounger. Alex wore a very slight Neptune Scepter Clouds swimsuit with a mere half inch side band and just enough stretchy material to cover his very aroused manhood. Patrick wore a more conservative Speedo print suit with wider sides, but a bulge that showed as much excitement.

“Good swim?” Alex asked, not the least bit concerned about what Chris might see. It was amazing how deep their friendship had become and how accepting they all were with who they are.

“Yeah, pool to myself,” Chris replied. “I am going to miss that pool.” Chris headed back toward the refreshment table. “Anyone need coffee?” Chris asked. He returned with three cups, the guys sat on the balcony taking in the morning. Chris admired Alex’s swimsuit. It looked hot, and Alex looked hot in it.

“Most folks are heading to the beach for the day,” Patrick offered up. “Want to come along?”

“No, I think I might hang here and enjoy the pool,” Chris replied. “Maybe finish that book I’ve been reading.” In his heart Chris wanted the time alone. The Summer was over and big changes were ahead, plus he was still sorting out in his mind the urges he felt about the swimmer at the pool yesterday and some of his recent dreams.

“You going to wear those same suits?” Chris asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” Patrick replied.

“Not for me, I think this might be a little too tiny,” Alex added.

“Not at all, you look great in it,” Patrick protested. With some urging, Alex relented and agreed to wear it, which would later be a challenge as things got steamy on the beach.

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[SwimTeamSpeedo]

After a great ab workout in the hotel fitness enter, Chris changed into a bold print Turbo suit, one he had not worn much on the trip but he really liked all the bright colors. He stood in front of the full length mirror and adjusted his placement inside the tight fitting suit, the colorful material outlining his anatomy. He was feeling a bit aroused, he contemplated taking care of the urge he was feeling, but chose to let it pass. He smiled at his look, snapping a selfie of himself and sending it off to Sherie with a sweet and romantic note about his desire for her. It was clear from the bulge of his suit that he had the desire. He grabbed his current book, a novel by Dan Brown, a bottle of water, and headed out the door for the pool.

The pool was more active than at 5AM, but with most of the band having gone to the beach it was relatively quiet. Chris’s stellar body caught several looks as he walked along the pool deck in the bright, tight Turbo. He found a lounger near the deeper end of the expansive pool. He set his stuff down, walked over to get a couple of towels. Two really cute young ladies could not take their eyes off Chris as he passed in front of him.

“Oh my, he is gorgeous,” said one, speaking in French.

“Yes, he is,” replied the other. They both felt urges of lust. Chris paid them no attention, which made him even more interesting. He spread his towels over the lounger and laid back on top of them, giving the ladies and anyone else a display of his long, lean and muscular body, his legs slightly spread, and his masculine bulge clearly profiled. He rubbed his chest and down over the suit with his right hand, as he settled back. While he was not the only guy in a brief cut swimsuit at the pool, he was by far the best looking.

A young couple were laying on a double lounger in front of a rented cabana. She was in a practically nothing pink string bikini and he was wearing an all black Speedo suit. He was packed down, but the urges being brought on by the teases of his newlywed wife were giving his bulge quite the protrusion. Chris watched as she kept teasing his, rubbing his legs up between his upper thighs, clearly touching more scintillating parts of him and enjoying the way he was responding. Today would not be the first day of their honeymoon that she had made him lose total control of himself in the tight black suit. He was already very close.

Across the pool, two guys were laying out. One was in a bright pair of board shorts that looked colorful on his mid twenties body. He was fit, but not muscular. The other guy was wearing a cute soft blue print fashion brief with very narrow sides and an outer drawstring that seemed to tease to be pulled. He was dark haired, had an infectious smile and a chiseled chin. He was very lean, well fit, with a flat stomach. A runner, Chris guessed, or maybe a cyclist. Chris smiled at the two of them. They were wearing totally opposite suits, but were clearly in love. They held hands as they laid together, side by side in separate loungers. He guessed the clear plastic glasses were Bloody Mary cocktails. As Chris watched, the brief clad guy pulled his partners hand to his lips and began kissing. Chris felt a tingle rush through him as he watched.

Chris pulled open his book and began to read, taking his mind off the urges he was feeling. From a balcony five floors up, the same cute girl from the band watched as Chris laid by the pool. She was already in her own swimsuit, a floral one piece that looked flattering on her. She headed out the door, a clear destination in mind.

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Len, Grant, Aiden, along with Patrick and Alex found a nice spot on the beach. Aiden was the only one in shorts, although Len wore red and black jammers. Grant wore a patriotic USA Tyr suit with two inch sides and clinging lycra material that molded perfectly the outline of him. Patrick and Alex were still in the same suits they wore earlier on the balcony.

“Wow, not much to your swimsuit,” Aiden said to Alex. “Better be careful you don’t get a bone in that.”

“Shut up, Aiden” Alex replied. Truth was he was right, there was no way that slight little suit could ever conceal anything close to full arousal. The beach was a good mix of swimsuit types, with numerous guys in briefs and square cuts. From a guy perspective, the stimulation was abundant.

“Let’s hit the water and then take a walk,” Patrick whispered to Alex.

“Good idea,” Alex replied as he took Patrick’s hand and the two guys headed for the water. They looked adorable together as they headed across the beach. Alex already needed some cool water, he was quickly growing inside the tight grip of the suit and feeling very aware of how little he was actually wearing.

“Maybe I should have worn something different,” he said to Patrick.

“No, not at all. You look stunning,” Patrick replied.

“Don’t make me hard,” Alex warned. It was already too late.

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Chris had read 20 or so pages of his book while breaking to watch the newlyweds and the two cute guys. The pink bikini wife continued to do all she could to drive her husband crazy, touching rubbing and kissing. Chris watched as he would pull away, his bulge clearly showing the impact of her stimulation. Twice he had jumped in the water, clearly an effort to hold off what was only a matter of time. Chris wondered if Sherie and he were as obvious in their teasing. They were. The cute guys across the pool had jumped in the water and were floating in the water. The brief clad guy was laying flat on his back, his anatomy outlined by the wet, clinging suit. His lover was similarly teasing him, but in a more subtle way.

Chris’s eyes closed and his mind wandered as he listened to the splashes of the pool. He began to doze off, thinking about so many things, the swimmer yesterday at the pool, the guy in the black Speedo getting stroked by his wife, and the cute guys floating in love. Of course, he also thought about Sherie, the feel of her lips against his, her warm kiss, holding her and the feeling of himself rubbing against her. His mind wandered deeper. He flashed back to the romance they had in Paris, their first time going all the way.

Chris’s suit grew tighter as his body responded to the stimuli of his dream. In his dream, he was alone at the pool, but for one other person. They were deeply in love. A hand rubbed his chest, teasing him as it slid across his nipples and felt the outline of his pecs. Lips touching his as they kissed. His suit was gripping him. He was growing more aroused, enjoying the feeling of his urge as he expanded in the tight grip of the suit.

A loud splash lifted Chris from his dream. Two guys in the mid twenties had jumped in the pool. One of them was tall, like Chris, with blonde tightly curled hair. He was wearing a print brief that Chris immediately liked. It had the drawstring on the outside and was a bold mix of colors, more of a Southwestern look. “Awesome suit,” Chris thought to himself. The other guy had dark straight hair and wore solid blue nylon shorts, the kind that cling to the body when wet. Chris watched for a while as they played in the pool, the blonde guy clearly the stronger swimmer. Chris snapped a picture of the blonde guy’s swimsuit with his iPad, a future reference point to find the suit on the internet.

As Chris laid back, he listened to the young newlyweds being affectionate. He glanced over to see that they were laying side by side, his leg slightly over hers and her hand nestled in perfect position to tease him. A tingle rushed through Chris as he watched them. He had determined that the guy’s name was Ricky and her name Kate. Chris closed his eyes and listened to them.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

It was flat because no one really responded to the last few posts.. Sebbie, I could write a kick ass ending, but it was pretty clear no one gave two shits. Like a TV series that dries up in the ratings it was time to move on.

[dm106]

Sorry more ppl didn't respond. It was an amazing story and I'd love to see a really amazing ending!

[MISpeedo]

STS

Thanks for all of you hard work and sorry if I too wasn't there enough to let you know how interested I was in the story. I always looked forward to a new post. As others requested, I would have loved to read the ending that you referenced in your last post.

You did great development of the characters and story line. Thanks for what you did put out and would love to have you reconsider the ending.

Thanks again