On the Lake

[solarguy]

Great story!! Very HOT chapter!!!!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

As they hugged, Alaina slipped her upper leg against Peter's crotch, feeling him in the tight swimsuit rub against her. She felt him grow as the kissed deep and passionately ankle deep in the waves. Peter loved the feel of her touching him, enjoying the feel of desire between his legs. Peter was rock hard in his tiny swimsuit, but he didn't care. He was more into the romantic passion.

"You were amazing," Alaina whispered.

"Not nearly as awesome as you," Peter replied. They kissed deeper, more passionate. Peter felt homself getting near to climax, Alaina felt it too. She gently slipped back. She looked down at Peter in his suit. His bulge was massive and revealing.

"Lets take a walk," Alaina said, still holding Peter by the hand. His anatomy pressed hard against the lycra material. He flexed a little as hos whole body tingled with desire. Every sensation seemed to center pn his manhood.

"See what ypu do to me," Peter said with a desiring grin. He wiggled his hips and bent at his waist.

"Maybe later,". Alaina replied, they began their walk, Peter's erotic state not subsiding.

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"When did you wear your first Speedo?" Kelly asked as we made a slow, peaceful boat ride back to my house.

"Pretty young," I replied. "I think six or seven. It was a blue nylon suit, longer sides. When I was on my first swim team. All the boys had the same blue suit."

"When did you start wearing smaller suits?" Kelly continued. He was very curious.

"Gosh, you are really testing me," I smiled. "I remember my first real Speedo was a black and gold nylon suit. Lycra was not around yet, at least that I recall. It was all black, but had gold on the side and a band of gold along the front waist band. I loved that suit."

"How old were you?" Kelly asked.

"I remember exactly that I was eight, we got it on my birthday," I replied. "My favorite suit was my Mark Spitz famous red white and blue suit, my mom got it for me for Christmas one year. I loved that suit." I added, smiling at the memory. " I totally wore that suit out!"

"I would love to have seen you in that suit," Kelly replied. "What did it look like?"

I grabbed my cell phone and googled, finding the picture of Spitz that made that suit famous. The same as the poster that hung on my wall as a teenager. Most adolescent guys had hot babes, my walls had swimmers in tight suits. I handed the phone to Kelly. "Cool suit, even now," i added.

"I bet you looked hot in that suit," Kelly complimented. The boat approached the dock, Kelly stood and caught the guidepost of the dock. Ashland barked as we headed down the dock, ready to play ball.

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"What the crap?" Peter said as he looked perplexed at the area surrounding the post where he had left his shirt, shorts and sandals. "Where are my clothes! The freaking room key is in my shorts!" Peter suddenly felt awkwardly naked. Only the sandals remained. "Did you bring your key card?" Peter asked.

"No, I figured you had yours," Alaina replied. "Are you sure you left them here?" She asked.

"Yes!" Peter replied. Suddenly, he was very aware of his bulging swimsuit, facing the walk back to the hotel. "Damnit". Peter exclaimed. oddly, he started getting hard. Alaina noticed.

"Its okay, babe," Alaina tried to ease Peter. "We can just get a new key. Easy peasy!"

"I can't walk in the lobby like this," Peter protested.

"Why not? It is the beach and you are in a swimsuit,". Alaina tried to assure Peter. "I am sure you are not the first guy in a Speedo they have seen!" She grabbed his hand. "Let's go." She could tell Peter was feeling self conscious walking down the residential street in nothing but the bulging two inches of tight Lycra. "You look cute," she said. They passed two couples heading the other way, Peter grew more confident when they didn't react in any way to how scantily he was dressed.

The hotel front desk was facing Route 1, the main road the town. By the time they got there, Peter was back to his Speedo confident masculinity. He walked up to the desk, right in front of the busy dining area full of guests eating. The desk attendant was a guy in his early 20's, tall, blonde, and very attractive. "Good morning," he said, " looks like you have already been to the beach."

"Yeah," Peter replied. "Someone took my shorts while I was running, and my room key was in them."

"Well, that stinks, did you at least have a good run?" the attendant asked. Hi stage said his name was Ronnie. As he talked he could not help but check out every detail of the cute guy in the Speedo. He put a cold water bottle on the counter. "You could probably use this."

The two guys chatted as Ronnie made up two new keys, no questions asked. He slid them across the desk to Peter. "Here you go Peter. Maybe tomorrow just skip the shorts," he half teased, mostly meant. "A guy in a Speedo is fine with me anytime."

"Cool," Peter replied.

"Hey, Peter, you rock a Speedo very well," Ronnie added as Peter turned to leave. "I get off at 3, maybe we can hit the beach together for some fun. Just come by." Peter nodded but did not really respond. Ronnie watched as Peter walked back out the door.

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The afternoon in Northern Maine was turning out spectacular. The winds were calm, the sky a cloudless blue, and the temperature was a perfect 82. As Kelly laid in a lounger on the deck, Ashland dutifully playing ball, I was inside getting both of us lunch. Sourdough bread made fresh at the bakery in town, with warm pastrami covered in melted Swiss, capped with fresh slaw, my favorite weekend lunch. I capped it off with a local brand of potato chips made with perfect Maine potatoes.

"I hope you are hungry," I called out as I emerged from the house with the goods.

"That looks awesome," Kelly said, sitting up. He was still in his very short running shorts. I had changed into a white background Hard Core Polo swimsuit, one of my many favorites. "Cute swimsuit, too," Kelly added.

"How about a cold beer?" I asked. I am usually not a daytime drinker, but a beer just felt right.

"Love it!" Kelly replied.

He had a Presque Isle Blonde summer brew with a slice of lemon, I opted for a gutsy stout that could almost walk on its own. The beer was a perfect lubricant to loosen the conversation, which it did. Our conversation ventured from general small talk to how I got started in swimming, finally landing on details of growing up wearing race cut swimsuits. As we ventured into the intimate details of wearing hardly anything, I went in and grabbed us each another round of beers.

"You should really give it a try," I said as I handed Kelly his second beer, referring to wearing a brief cut suit. "I swear, once you do..."

"I might," Kelly replied. He took a big swallow of the cold, fresh beer. "I guess one thing I have wondered about, do you guys ever get really bad boners, I mean like at a big swim meet or something. Have you ever gotten hard when you really shouldn't be? Like how do you hide a boner?" Kelly kept rambling the same question. He was clearly nervous about asking. I let him go one. It was so cute. I knew I had this crap ass funny grin. A light drinker, I was feeling no pain after almost two good stouts. I actually rubbed my nuts as he talked.

"Dude, I spent most of my high school years boned in my speedo. My bigger fear was post swim shrinkage." I went on to add "as for more, Well I even shot my load a few times." Kelly finished his beer and went and grabbed us another round.

"Okay, so truth," Kelly started, his voice mellowed by two plus beers. "When was the first time you got hard in just your speedo," Kelly asked. The beer had clearly loosened him. As much as he was loose, I was about to blow him away.

"No f-Ing jokes," I started. Kelly nodded, looking all serious. "The first time was in the front seat of the car, right in front of my Mom," I added. I thought Kelly was about to burst a ball.

"Holy s..., man," Kelly replied. "What happened?"

I started my story which went as follows:

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

I remember the morning vividly, as if it happened yesterday. It was July 23 of my 13th year. I was on a summer AAU junior team. Our practices were 5:30am about an hours drive from our farm. My mom would get up at 4, wake me and we would leave 15 minutes later. Our pool was an older outdoor pool, 25 yards, no locker room. I usually just wore my swimsuit and a shirt, although some some guys would wear shorts over their speedos.

I woke up and grabbed my red and white Speedo, our team colors. I had what I figured was a morning erection, they usually went away once I pee'd. I took a fast shower and dried, I noticed my private part seemed bigger than usual. Maybe I had grown some, I thought. I was pretty inexperienced with erections and had not yet discovered self pleasures. I just knew something was different this morning. Not only was I bigger, but it felt weird. I pulled on my suit and tied it up. I noticed that my part was really obvious. I tried to adjust it and I got instantly hard and felt this sensation I never felt before, a weird urge.

I put my shirt on which, thankfully, covered my suit and ran downstairs. Mom had poured me some milk and a fresh muffin. "Here sweetie, you can eat on the way," she said as she did every morning. Dad was already out doing farm work.

We jumped in the car and headed to town. "Watch for moose," mom always directed. As I sat in the seat next to her, my shirt would ride up so that my swimsuit was clearly visible. The strange feeling was still there and as we rode, my body kept getting really erect. It felt like it wanted to bust out of my suit. I didn't know what to do so i tried to rub it. "Is something wrong, Ryan?" She had noticed I was fidgiting in the seat and probably saw me rubbing down there.

I was really close to my mom, and usually could talk to her about anything! After all, any person who got up at all hours of the morning to cart me to swim practice and meets was pretty awesome. But there was no way I was going to tell her what was going on, not about that part of my body. "Yeah, I'm fine, just excited about swimming," I replied. "No moose," I added trying to change the subject. I figured I could ask my best friend Zach if he had ever had this happen. Meanwhile, a surge of growth pushed the growing bulge between my legs, a feeling that was totally new to me. It looked like I had a banana tucked down there.

"Okay, but you know you can tell me if something is wrong," my mom replied. I held my hand between my legs trying to conceal myself. The top of the bulging anatomy being touched by my open palm. I had no idea that part of me could get so big, and being bent down between my legs was actually making me hurt. I just wanted to rip off my swimsuit. Then something new happened, I felt a trickle of wet seep out, moistening my swimsuit between my legs. "Did I just pee myself?" I wondered, but this felt different. It seeped some more, soaking through the suit and making a wet spot on the seat.

"I don't know, mom, something just feels weird," I sheepishly said, sure something was really wrong with me.

"Ryan, what feels weird? What does it feel like?" my mom asked with the look of concern only a mom can give.

"It is kind of embarrassing," I replied, " you know, my boy stuff, it feels weird. It's okay" I added, not making much sense. I felt stupid asking my mom about this.

"Maybe your bathing suit (as she called swimsuits) is getting too small for you, sometimes if things get too tight it can make boys feel different," mom tried to ease my concern. Looking back I am sure she knew exactly what was happening.

"Yeah, that is probably it," I added. The wetness had stopped growing, but I started getting really erect again, more than last time. "Oh, gawd," I said under my breath. Despite what mom said, something was really wrong. I closed my eyes and leaned back in the seat. I could feel every part of me, it was so sensitive. We were just over half way to the pool. "What if I am like this at practice," I thought, a panic rush flowing through me.

"I am going to stop for coffee," my mom said as she pulled into a small country store. Want a drink or want to come in?" We made this same stop most mornings and I usually did go in, but there was no way I was doing that today.

"No, I will wait here," I replied.

While mom was inside, I untied my suit and pulled myself from between the legs. That was a mistake, my erection was so huge, bigger than I ever thought a guy could be. I had to fight to get it back inside the tiny suit. I finally had it back in laying to the right, but now my rod was clearly outlined. Just as I finished tying my string, panicked, my mom opened the door.

"Here, this is for practice," she handed me a Gatorade.

I had my hands over my swimsuit. My body took advantage of the extra room, the top of me almost poking out the side of my suit. I kept my eyes on my mom, when she was not looking I would rub and squeeze, hoping to make myself get back to normal. After a few minutes, it happened. I felt this sensation in my testicles that seemed to climb through my groin. A surge of hardness grew in the tight suit, and then a pulsation felt like I leaped in the seat. My legs went out straight and all of a sudden I was shooting stuff all over my swimsuit. I was terrified.


I had no idea what was happening. It felt awesome, but scared the crap out of me. My heart raced. It kept coming out, first several big releases that made pulsations then a bunch of slower ones. My hand, my suit, even the car door had this "stuff" on it.

I looked at my mom terrified. "Mom, something is really wrong, a whole bunch of stuff just came out of me really fast,". I said with a terrified voice. "It's all over the place,". I added.

My mom was as calm and supportive as she could be. She pulled the car over and looked at me. "Ryan, calm down, it is fine," she said, her hand on my shoulder. She could see I was absolutely terrified. "As boys get older this stuff happens, it just means you are growing up," she reassured me. She reached over to the back seat and grabbed one of my two towels out of my swim bag. "Here, you can wipe yourself off with this, did you bring an extra bathing suit?"

I took the towel and wiped off my hand, my suit and the stuff that shot across the car. "Yes, I always bring two extra,". I replied. My body was back to normal, a little wetness still seeped out, mostly from under my uncircumcised skin.

"You can change in the bathroom at the pool, best not to wear that suit in the water until I wash it." My mom was so calm. As an adult now, I am sure it was as awkward for her as it was for me. We talked the rest of the way about erections, what just happened, and growing up.

"So I might explode again without knowing when?" I asked, confused.

"Maybe, but you will learn how to control it," she tried to reassure me. "I will tell your dad to explain it with you tonight," she promised.

I slipped into the clean suit and ran the soiled on back out to the car, after rinsing it in hot water.

"Ryan, sweetie, I am sorry you had to go through that, but you can always talk to me about anything," mom gave me a supportive smile. I smiled back. "Swim hard," she said. No pun intended.

I leaned back as I finished the story. "Only Zach, my best friend ever, and now you know that story."

"Wow, Ryan. I love you shared that with me," Kelly wrapped his arms around me. It was an awesome moment. It was going to get better.

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[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Peter and Alaina grabbed their towels, beach bag and a small cooler of drinks, heading out the door for the beach. Peter wore a green and yellow Brasil swim brief he bought online. It was a tighter and smaller fit than the Speedo suits he wore for swim team, but he really liked the colors. He also liked how he looked in it, but for sure there was no room to spare. Alaina, after seeing Peter in his suit switched to a green and yellow string bikini that was a near color match. Just like Peter, her suit barely covered her. In truth, her suit hardly covered anything. She had slipped on a pair of water shorts over for the walk to the beach. She was surprised when Peter walked out the door in just his swimsuit. He looked damn hot, she thought.

"Wow, no shorts, pretty daring of you," Alaina teased.

"Like you said, it is the beach," Peter shrugged. She rubbed his butt as they headed toward the beach, along the road leading to the bridge. There was much more activity on the walk than earlier.

"Rockin the Speedo," a group of teen boys in long board shorts called out as Peter and Alaina passed. Peter did not respond. At the bridge Peter and Alaina passed the same two guys who saw Peter alone earlier.

"Cool swimsuit," the one guy offered. They were both wearing shorts, clearly jealous of Peter in his hot looking suit. Peter smiled.

"I am changing for sure," the second guy added. "I brought my CaRioCa suit that you like," he reached in his bag and pulled it out. A bright yellow narrow sided brief that would look great on his lean body.

"Perfect, I got my red Corka," the second guy responded. Peter had already converted two guys.

Peter and Alaina found the perfect spot on the beach. The tide had come in quite a bit since morning, so they spread out their sheet and towels on the soft sand well above the high tide line. Peter quickly laid back on his towel, ready to soak up the sun. He adjusted himself in the tight fitting suit. As he watched Alaina slid off her shorts to reveal her barely there bikini. The top covered just enough to be legal, and the bottom was a thin band of material between her legs, held on by two hand tied bows on either side, leaving her legs almost bare, but for the thin ties. She looked stunning, totally sexy and very naked. Peter felt himself getting hard at the sight of her.

"Wow!" Peter said as he admired Alaina.

"You like?" she replied, modeling the suit provocatively for him. She looked gorgeous, her soft smooth skin glowing in the bright sun. Peter could not take his eyes off her. She knew he was turned on. He had never seen Alaina wear such a skimpy swimsuit. She had secretly bought it online just for this trip. Just like a guy wearing a brief for the first time, Alaina was a little nervous being in barely nothing. She had practiced at home a few times. She felt aroused and horny.

"So those ties are all that keeps it on?" Peter asked. Alaina nodded. "Guess you are not jumping in the waves," Peter added. Peter was now laying back, on full display.

Peter closed his eyes, listening to the waves crash ashore, the gulls calling out in their endless search for food, and the sounds of people enjoying the beach. Alaina also laid back, and like Peter she was soaking it all in. Their hands met, her soft fingers inside his more rugged farm boy grip. "This is nice," Peter said.

"Yes, it is. Wish we had more time than a weekend,". Alaina replied. Peter broke from the hand hold to feel her soft legs, his hand ran up her outer leg to her hip. He felt the bow tie knot of her skimpy suit. He played with the lose ends in his fingers. "What are you doing?" she asked. Peter was gently pulling at the tied ends.

"Wondering what happens if I pull this,". Peter teased. He came close to slipping the knot free.

"Don't you dare," Alaina responded. "Peter!" She said abruptly as she felt the tie loosen. He stopped and pulled the tie tight again. "You jerk," she teased. It was a close call. Together they laid quietly for the next 30 minutes. Peter finally calmed in the suit, his earlier arousal now eased off.

"I bet you didn't put on sunscreen," Alaina asked looking at him. Peter nodded no. "I better get you some," Alaina answered.

As Peter laid out, Alaina sat up beside him and slowly squirted sunscreen up his left leg. She then worked it in with her hand, starting at his foot, working up his leg slowly, lustfully. Peter watched as her chest leaned across him, giving him a very erotic view. His anatomy tingled as his desires started to grow again. When she got to the upper leg she slipped her hand between his legs, as she rubbed the lotion into his leg, her hand also rubbed against the thin band of swimsuit covering between the long legs. Peter moaned a bit at the feel of her touching him. She teased him by feeling his manhood between his legs. She had a plan, and it was already working. She smiled as Peter's bulge grew. Alaina repeated the process on Peter's right leg, by the time she was done, she had aroused him so much he was a massive mound of manhood in the tight green and yellow suit. She could see every detail of his anatomy as he grew harder in the wrap of Lycra.

"You are making me hard," Peter whispered. Please keep control, Peter thought to himself.

"I know,". She replied. She giggled. "Time for your chest and arms." Peter wasn't sure he could handle it. He had already felt a little drip of wetness ease out of himself. He was throbbing with desire.

Alaina let the white cream dribble all over Peter's chest and arms. She first massaged it into his muscular arms, then leaned in and kissed him, first a quick peck, followed by a more passionate one. Peter felt himself building, he was not sure how the tight Lycra could keep him all contained. His erection was pressing hard against the waistband of the tiny Brasil suit. As she kissed him, he got even more wet, a spot forming where the tip of him met the suit. He felt the slow releases. Alaina rubbed the sunscreen into his chest, slowly teasing his nipples, which drove him into a sexual frenzy. Peter's chest was smooth, he kept it that way for swimming, even his arms and legs were free of hair. Alaina loved his smooth skin as she worked her way down his abs.

"You are driving me wild," Peter moaned. He was wiggling his legs in a failing effort to maintain self control. Peter knew he was rapidly passing the point of no return. Please don't, he kept repeating in his mind, but she was making him so ready, so wanting it. Her hand reached the top of his swimsuit, she slowly rubbed daringly along the waistline, letting one finger drop down to feel him, riding along the ridge of him hardness. She repeatedly rubbed along him, each time feeling him flinch. She felt every outline of him. "Oh gawd, Alaina," Peter moaned. He was breathing hard, his heart racing as his body surged toward climax. He felt so trapped, no other clothes but the very tight, bulging 2 inch band of bulging swimsuit. What am I going to do, he thought.

"You feel amazing,". Alaina whispered. Peter felt the final surge forming in him.

"Not yet, please," Peter whispered. He held back with all his might. Alaina felt the power surging inside him. Peter's legs stiffened as he pushed upward inside the suit. His bulge pressed into her hand, giving himself to her touch. Alaina watched as he tried his best to hold off the explosive release. She so enjoyed as he struggled.

"I love watching you aroused in your swimsuits," Alaina whispered between kisses. Peter moaned, loudly, as his body started to pulsate. She held him, feeling every jolt.

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[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Three beers into the afternoon, Kelly and I faded into groggy slumber. We laid side by side on the soft padded loungers, the ripple of the waves on the lake making a peaceful sleep melody. We had only met two days ago, but I felt an amazing comfort being with Kelly. I was being who I was, it was refreshingly honest. Already, we had confided in each other deeper than most relationships. Beyond that, he was cute in ways I had never contemplated before. My perfect guy was going to be a swimmer, muscular and defined, wear no swimwear other than briefs or less, and have the most amazing bulge. Kelly met a small portion of the dream list, magically hitting all the buttons at the same time.

A hand gently landed on my very upper leg. Kelly softly rubbed along my upper quads, his touch masculine, but gentle. My first instinct was to take his hand in mine, but I held back, letting him explore with his sensual touch. "You have really strong legs," Kelly said. "Must be all the swimming. Pure muscle," his hand had ventured higher, reaching the leg opening of my wild print Hard Core swimsuit. The back side the white background gave way to a crazy skull like image. A daringly youthful print on such an older, more mature body. His hand ventured along my leg upending, teasing me.

"Thank you," I replied. "We are an equal match in muscular legs." I slipped my arm under his and felt along the outer edge of his quads. When I got to the side split of his shorts, my hand slid through the open seam, feeling the speedo like inner brief. Kelly slid his leg Ben at the knee, an open invite to explore more. I accepted his offer. He was very aroused, and under the mask of the outer short, I had full run to massage every part of him.

"You have to finish what you start," Kelly responded.

"I fully intend to," I replied. With that I took him in my hand, feeling his body grow fully aroused and powerfully erect. He felt me do the same.

"Oh damn, that feels good," Kelly whispered. He was making small groans as he worked himself in my hand. It was more than his shorts could handle, my hand inside working him in his erect state. First, the seams of the nylon brief split open, followed by the seams of the shorts. I hesitated. "Keep going," Kelly pleaded.

"Your shorts are toast,". I replied.

"So am I," Kelly moaned. "Oh gawd..."

When it was all over, Kelly laid breathless. Sweat was beaded on his forehead and chest. His release was coated all over his abs and the shorts, what was left of them. "Guess we ruined these shorts," he said with a guilty grin.

"You were fun to watch," I replied. "It was worth it, plus I can rig you up." We never finished my side of the joyride, which was only going to make for a better time. "Once I get you in a swimsuit," I thought to myself.

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Peter leapt up, making a frantic dash into the cold ocean water just as the first powerful release shot through his green and yellow suit. He didn't stop running until he was waist deep in the frigid water of the North Atlantic. The chill almost immediately stopped his orgasmic releases, but a weird pain shot through his testicals and crotch, not painful, but more of a pinch. He stood in the Ayer and rubbed his hand between hid legs, the pinching subsided but a strange sensation, almost a pressure remained. He let the waves roll over him as he dove through them, washing out what release did occur. Despite several minutes in the water, his erection never let up. He was still hard as a rock.

"It will go down," he thought. After ten more minutes he was getting cold, so he headed back to the warm sun and blanket, despite the very prominent display of masculine anatomy he was sporting in the tight suit.

"Are you okay?" Alaina asked, noticing that he was still very large in the tight suit.

"Yeah, you just got me way worked up," Peter said. He flopped down on his front, a strange feeling still menacing his manhood. "I just need to lay here for a few minutes."

"This is nice," Alaina said as she rubbed his shoulder. She had no idea the fear Peter was feeling, he had never had a boner that didn't go down in cold water. He had never felt this way before. As he laid, the pressure of his erection was getting stronger, not easier. Peter closed his eyes and tried to think of other things. He pressed his hardness into the sand, "Maybe I just need to shoot off," he thought to himself, but despite trying he couldn't even get himself to do it. He let out a big sigh. Another twinge of pressure shot through from his balls. He twitched at the feeling.

"What am I going to do," Peter thought to himself. He was so hard, he felt like he wanted to explode, the tip of him tingling with intense desire. He slipped his hand under his body, feeling himself. He was so intensely hard. He formed a spot in the sand for his man parts to fit in. "What if it doesn't go down," Peter thought as he laid there trapped with a raging erection in a very tight and tiny swimsuit. He would admit to himself later that the feeling was rather erotic, but not right now. He let out another big sigh, and put his head down.

"Let's go for a walk," Alaina announced after they had laid there an hour. Peter was still front down in the sand, he had drifted into a soft sleep. She reached over and rubbed his back.

"Um, yeah, sure," Peter replied. He was relieved that while he slept he had returned to a less erect state, but he was still feeling very aroused, his body wanting to finish what was so very close earlier. He rolled over, the front of his suit was wet from the release of trapped orgasm as he slept, a giant wet spot where his hard anatomy once was. Alaina noticed it, but said nothing. "Maybe I better go in the water first," Peter said.

"No, let's sit for a minute," Alaina said. Peter was bent at the waist, his legs straight out in a slight V shape. Alaina was sitting more upright on bent knees. She put her hand between Peter's legs, rubbing him right up to his swimsuit. In his very horny state, he grew instantly hard. Alaina checked to see that no one was watching, then she placed her hand right onto Peter's bulging suit and massaged along his erection, which was pointed toward his right hip.

"Alaina, we are on a beach," Peter said softly. He could feel that he was already right back to the edge, the juices flowing inside him.

"Nobody is watching," Alaina replied. "Just relax."

The climax happened so fast Peter had no hope of stopping it. Alaina held him as she felt his powerful releases, several of them. Peter had fallen back to laying flat as the eruption started, each powerful pulsation thrusting from his hips. She gently let go of him as the softer thrusts pushed out the last of his volcanic release.

"I told you..." Alaina teased. "Now you can go in the water."

"Thank you," Peter said. "Come in with me."

"Only to my knees, no deeper in this swimsuit," Alaina replied. The two headed for the salty surf. Peter started getting aroused at the thought of Alaina wet in her swimsuit. He took her hand and led them to the water.

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"That feels better," Kelly said as he emerged from the shower wrapped in the deep purple bath towel. A slight bump was formed in the towel where his loose anatomy dangled. His hair was still ruffled by the water. He looked very sensual. I had not changed yet, so I was still in my swimsuit, and it showed my reaction to Kelly as he stood in front of me. Our eyes met and we had a brief moment of deep connection. Ashland broke it by nuzzling his head into Kelly's towel, a trick only a curious dog could get away with.

"Ashland! Kelly doesn't want you in there." We both laughed.

"He's just checking me out," Kelly responded, seemingly unfazed by the whole thing. He reached down and gave Ashland a rub on his shoulder.

"So, lets get you something to wear," I suggested. Kelly's waist was two inches bigger than mine so my options were limited. Off my master bedroom is a sliding barn door made from an original door that once hung on the old wood barn at the farm. I slid it open to lead us up the wide pine staircase that lead to the over garage bonus room. "This is my hideaway," I explained. "I come up here to read, write, and just hang out." The walls were a collection of sports memories, mostly from my swim team era, including the framed swim suit I wore for my last high school meet. I opened a closet door to reveal my collection of swimwear, about 150 suits all on hangars and a few small totes of extras and surplus team suits from my coaching days. Other than a handful of jammers, none longer than a square cut.

"Holy crap, batman, that's a sh.tload of swimsuits," Kelly exclaimed. I guess it is a bit overwhelming.

"Yeah, it is weird, but some dudes like shoes, I like swimwear," I replied. "And this does not include the ones that have made their way to my dresser from my daily swims. I bet that is another 25."

"You could open a swim shop," Kelly replied. "They are so organized!" he added. I had them grouped by brand, but for the top bar which were suits that had special meaning, such as college team, AAU, etc. with a few exceptions I still had at least one of every team suit I wore. Some were now far too small to wear because they dated back to pre high school days.

"I wish I still had my very first swim team suit," I observed. As we talked I had pulled out two jammers, a couple pairs of Funky Trunks square cuts, and an assortment of swim briefs. I also grabbed three new suits from my various extra team suits from the teams I coached. "These should get you started," I said as I headed over to the pub table and laid them all out.