On the Lake

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

"We are going to kick some butt, today," Kyle said to me, as he rubbed his hand up my leg. He got pretty close to my swimsuit before he reversed course, but it was enough to send my erotic state into full throttle.

"Yes, we are," I replied. I stretched my legs forward, tucked my right hand over my bulge and bent forward. I pulled at my swimsuit and tried to adjust a little bit. Zach watched, he knew immediately what was going on. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"Think about swimming," Zach whispered. As much as I knew not to, I gently squeezed myself.

"I can't," I whispered to Zach. "I'm screwed," I added. I really was. I knew the feeling, I was not going to stop.

"Are you okay?" Kyle asked as I pulled my legs in and bent fully over at the waist. I squeezed my legs.

"Boner," I whispered to Kyle. It was the one thing every guy on swim team probably feared most. "I can't believe this!" I added. I felt the release of wetness soak into my suit. Kyle rubbed my leg, trying to be helpful, but making it worse. The meet was set to kick off shortly. I contemplated a dash to the warm up pool, but there was no way I was standing up with a full on boner. I knew I was about to explode. I know Kyle and Zach both said something to me, but I never heard it. My body was so ready, it had been all day, that the rest happened really fast.

"Damn it," I whispered to myself as I felt the first explosive release make its way through my male parts. The first thrust jolted my body as it shot right through my suit. I stayed bent over as pulsation after pulsation shot out, my hand covering myself as I soaked my tight fitting suit. I finally finished, but I had no idea what to do. I was trapped in my soaked swimsuit, no towel, and a crowd had filled the stands. Worse yet, we would soon have to stand for the national anthem.

"Rye, you better go take a shower,". Zach whispered.

"I can't stand up like this,". I replied.

"Just go fast, nobody will even notice". I stood and mad a fast walk to the showers, my hand in front of me. Zach was right. I made it back just in time for the Anthem, clean, warm and wet swimsuit clinging to my now calm body.

"The best part is I swam an awesome meet,". Zach suggested maybe I needed to repeat that process in the championship.

"Wow,". Kelly said as I finished. "That had to have been pretty intense." He stood up, the front of his swimsuit showing how much he liked the story.

"Let's try some more swimsuits on," I suggested.

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[solarguy]

As always, thank you for a great story!!! I'm really enjoying this one!!!

[dm106]

Great story - please write more soon!

[a speedo minded guy]

As always another great set of chapters. Please continue!!!!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The sounds of ocean waves crashing onto a quiet beach set the perfect romantic backdrop for the pure innocence of young love. Ronnie, at the front desk, sold Peter two bottles of overpriced cheap wine, giving him a hefty discount that made the price match the ten bucks in his hand. Peter's youthfully handsome, well filled swimsuit might have influenced the transaction. Now they were alone, a candle burning created a flickering light as the onshore breeze battled the flame. Peter was wearing a very skimpy, equally hot swim brief he bought online from Sluggers in Australia. Despite the fact that he had reached climax three times today, he was feeling extremely aroused, very horny, and ready for love. Peter was taking full advantage of his young adult male body's ability to recycle very fast.

Alaina was equally ready. She wore a white knit bikini that was not even legal. Every aspect of her was on display. Exactly as she wanted it to be. She swirled the "expensive" Chardonnay in her hand, the kind of erotic swirl intended to lure Peter on. It was working perfectly. Peter was a very smart young man, her ticket and his out of Northern Maine, a place most kids left and few came back. She was ready for a quiet and intimate night, enough provocativeness to keep Peter interested, a quiet ocean evening to reach their souls.

"You really like wearing sexy swimsuits," Alaina said softly to Peter as she slid against him in a soft embrace. "I never knew you had so many hot swimsuits," she added as her hands felt the tight nylon material of the very skimpy suit he was wearing. Peter had only recently ventured to brands other than the more common swim team labels. "This one feels very sexy," Alaina finished.

Peter was enjoying the attention. Alaina being careful not to go fast, she avoided feeling him in front, although she wanted to. "Yeah, I am sort of into swimsuits," Peter confessed. "I just got this one," he added. "It is from Australia," he added. Peter thought it was so cool that he had a suit from the country he was most intrigued with. He hoped one day to go there.

"Let me see all of it," Alaina asked. She smiled as Peter rotated so she could see all sides. The suit sat low and narrow on his hips, just enough material up front to create a handsome, colorful bulge. In back, the suit showed enough to tease. Alaina really like the feel of the material. She reached out and pulled Peter in to her. "This might be my favorite," she said as she rubbed her hands all over him.

"You look great in your bikini," Peter replied. He felt the way the knit material barely covered her back side. The suit was tied on one side, the top was tied in back. The white knit left nothing to the imagination. Peter responded exactly as she hoped, clearly interested and masculinely aroused. He grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled their plastic motel cups. He knew she was feeling loose and carefree from the wine, exactly as he wanted her. "We should go walk on the beach," Peter whispered as his hand and his fingers found just the right place to feel the warmth of her body and the wetness of her desire.

"Peter!" Alaina whispered back as she felt him touch her. She slipped away. "Maybe later, love" she added. It was not dark yet, the sky a deep twilight purple. "Let's sit and enjoy the ocean," Alaina suggested, leading Peter to side by side loungers. He was now very aroused, his manhood filling out the cute print swimsuit. He dribbled wetness into the Nylon material, but the dark sky concealed it. She rested her head on his chest, her hand on his upper right leg. She slowly massaged his muscular quads. "So, how many swimsuits do you have?" She asked.

"At least a dozen," Peter replied. "Maybe more,". Truth was he had 27, but even Peter had not really counted. He knew each one. He started ordering some online when he figured out he could use a prepaid Visa gift card. After he ordered, he would rush home each day to get the mail before anyone else would find a package. He missed once on a package of new Turbo suits. He made up a story to cover why a big envelope stuffed with swimsuits arrived addressed to him.

"I want to see you in all of them,". Alaina replied. Her hand was now massaging closer to his most responsive parts. "Did you bring all of them?" she asked.

"No, I only packed about a half dozen," Peter replied. He actually packed eight. "They don't take up much room," he added with a grin. He grabbed the wine and topped off their glasses

"Is this one your favorite?" Alaina asked as her wandering hand rubbed along the waistline of the swimsuit. Peter had spread open his legs, hoping for more, the wine making him loose and free.

"One of them," Peter replied. He rolled on his side, facing Alaina, her hand now tucked between his legs. His own hands began to explore her body, starting up top. She quickly became as aroused as him, her own wetness soaking into her skimpy fishnet bottom. "I have another one you will see tomorrow," he added. It was the last words said before the first deep kiss that led to more intimate and erotic things. Somewhere along the way she untied Peter from his swimsuit, and he untied her as well, freeing them for another night of hot passion. It was the second time going all the way for both of them. She loved the feel of him as he gently rocked her, the intensity growing.

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Ken took over driving at the rest area on I95 near Millinocket, an hour north of Bangor. The guys were heading back from a triathlon at Bar Harbor, one of the most picture perfect spots on the Maine coast. The course was tough, with challenging climbs on the bike and some good hills on the run. It was an annual event for Ken and Sky. Ken was a runner who turned triathlete eight years prior. Sky was a cyclist and swimmer. They were both still wearing their race gear. Ken was a traditionalist, still racing in a padded Speedo swim brief with cropped race shirt, the Speedo name across his back side. Speedo triathletes were a rare sight as the Teri race suits took over. Sky wore a one piece spandex Teri suit, white and yellow background with various logos emblazoned across the front and back. Both guys looked handsome, hot, and very athletic.

"Add easier to pee,". Ken commented as Sky got back in the car five minutes behind Ken. It was an extension of a conversation before the stop on why swimsuits are better than trisuits for races.

"Okay, you win that one," Sky replied. "It is hard to get in and out of these."

"We all know you like it that way," Ken teased, but was not far from the truth. He grabbed a cold water from the small cooler and began the two plus hour drive directly north.

"Keep an eye out for Moose," Sky warned. With that he reclined the sear and stretched out. Ken watched as Sky adjusted his bulge with his right hand, positioning his anatomy upward in the tight spandex. Sky was well endowed, very much above average. Although he was straight, Ken found the look of guys in spandex to be arousing, especiallly guys in cycling gear, running tights, or swimsuits. Ken was getting hard looking at the way Sky was displaying. The attraction was mutual. Sky had confided in Ken that the spandex gear was an added benefit of cycling. Sky's bulging anatomy grew more detailed as he dozed off over the next twenty miles to their exit onto the two lane highway that would take them to the lakes region.

As Ken followed the road north, he reached over and rubbed along Sky's upper left leg. Sky was just enough awake to know what Ken was doing, and just roused enough to let him. Sky widened his legs, giving Ken easier access. Sky could feel himself expanding inside the grip of the form fit material. They passed over the ridge offering a great view of Mt. Katahdin, which stood majestic to the west in the clear blue sky. Ken went higher up Sky's leg. Both guys were now fully aroused, Ken's Speedo bulging proudly between his legs.

"Let's get ice cream," Sky became alert as the car made the long descent into the tiny town of Patten. Sky say upright, adjusted his erect anatomy.

"Sounds like a good plan," Ken replied as he made the left into the summer ice cream stand. "I hope they don't freak out at my attire," Ken laughed. Of the two guys he was the one more revealed.

"You're fine, plus with all the numbers written on you, it is obvious you just did a race." The two guys got out of the car. The shop was busy, mostly with teen age kids hanging out. Ken and Sky walked over to the line to order. A few glances, but nobody seemed to react to what they had on. Despite being in just the swimsuit and short top, Ken was less on display than Sky, who was sporting a very obvious bulge in the one piece kit he was wearing.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

"Were you guys in a race or something?" a very polite young guy in line ahead of them turned and asked. He was with a group of four guys, Ken guessed they were 15 or 16.

" A triathlon in Bar Harbor," Ken replied.

"Wow, really?" the teen replied. "Hey, guys, they just did a triathlon," he said to his friends. "I am on swim team at school," he turned back to Ken and Sky. "Do you race in your Speedo?" He asked.

"I do," Ken replied, " but most guys wear trisuits like his," Ken finished, pointing at Sky.

"That would be so cool," came the youthful reply. Ken wasn't sure if he meant racing in a swimsuit or doing a triathlon. He figured best not to ask. After they got their ice cream, Ken and Sky sat at a picnic table eating. The young swimmer came over and joined them, along with a friend. Sky and Ken told them about the race. "One day..." the young man said, a wishful look in his eyes.

Ken and Sky continued their journey north, the young swimmer talked about racing the rest of the night. He made a goal that he would reach in the coming years.

[MISpeedo]

Excellent stories here! Enjoy them very much and look forward to your next post. Thanks for sharing your time and talents.

[a speedo minded guy]

STS,

Not sure how you keep coming up with these stories, but keep up the great work. You are good.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

It was close to midnight, the beach was empty but for two young lovers. Peter wore a translucent white Aussiebum suit, a perfect match to Alaina's white string bikini. The second bottle of wine filled their two red solo cups. They were well past the beach curfew, but they did not know nor did they care. They had just finished amazing sex, a double climax for Alaina, amazing staying power for Peter. She could still feel his thrustful release. They held hands walking alone in the gentle surf. Despite the rules, they were not alone in their midnight stroll, although they were the most scantily dressed. A near full moon shimmered off the ocean, providing a romantic glow.

Peter was still fully erect, he had not gone down despite his volcanic orgasm. In the darkness he rubbed his hard anatomy. The silky nylon was clinging to him, he was very sensitive. He had never been so hard for so long, it was as if his manhood was frozen in a state of constant arousal. He rubbed himself, feeling his long shaft wrapped in the nylon of the Aussiebum suit. The moonlight reflected off the water, his white suit absorbing the light. Peter looked like a handsome specimen of erotic male desire. Alaina reached over and took his hand. Even in the darkness she could see his bulge was massive.

"You look scrumptious," she said as she held his hand. The ankle deep surf swirled around their feet. The tide was out, opening up a wide flat beach. Two guys in Speedos, walking arm and arm passed, heading the other way. The beach was again all theirs. They were alone, far enough north of the main beach, well south of the homes, and secluded by the dunes. Just the sand, surf, moonlight, and sensual desire. Alaina pulled Peter to her, the two embraced. His aroused anatomy rubbed against her.

"Somebody is aroused," Alaina whispered as they embraced. She pulled his mid section into her, feeling all of him against her. "Does it hurt when you get this hard?" She asked as she let Peter rub against her.

"Hurt?" Peter replied. "No, I mean you feel it, but it is more like.... I don't know,". Peter pulled her tight. Alaina slipped her hand down and gently slid it onto his bulging suit. She gently massaged him, feeling every detail of his erect anatomy. "That feels awesome,". Peter whispered between deep kisses.

"Let's go up here," Alaina suggested, leading Peter to a guard stand pulled close to the dunes. They climbed up on the stand, both now sitting five feet above the beach. Alaina arousingly untied Peter's suit, freeing him of the confines of the nylon material. As she climbed on his lap, facing him, she guided him into her, pulling her tiny bikini bottom aside. "I've always wanted to do this," she whispered. She gently worked herself, taking full advantage of his youthful stamina. Peter moaned as her warmness slid against him. Alaina did not take long before she wrapped around him and let her body pulsate with orgasmic release. He remained very erect, not close to reaching the same point.

"Oh man, please," Peter moaned as Alaina did her best to bring him all the way. "I am so hard, and it won't....". Peter trailed off. He wanted to, needed to explode, but despite her efforts and his, he wasn't getting there.

"What's wrong, baby?" Alaina asked.

"Oh gawd, I don't know," Peter replied, desperation in his voice. As he said that, Alaina noticed the two flashlights down the beach.

"Peter, we gotta go," Alaina said as quickly she slid off of him.

"I can't go like this," Peter replied.

"We have to,". Alaina said as she pulled him from the chair. Peter struggled to get himself back inside the suit. He would have to let her finish him later. They made it over the dunes, just as the beach patrol shined their lights on the abandoned guard stand.

"That was close," Alaina said. The two made there way back to the hotel. Peter still rock hard and barely covered by the tiny swimsuit.

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Kelly woke and slid the covers off. The house was quiet, I had already headed out for my morning swim. Kelly was still wearing the Funky Trunks he had on the night before. He laid on the bed and glanced down at his feet, the outline of his body before him, including the colorful bulge of maleness. He was not hard, but slightly aroused. He slid his hand down his abdomen and teased himself through the swimsuit material. His arousal grew. He thought about finishing what he started, but instead got up from the bed. Kelly glanced out the window, the sky was a colllection of puffy clouds against a perfect blue. The lake was being gently rippled by the westerly breeze. Ashland was laying in the sun on the edge of the dock, waiting for his master to return.

Kelly looked through the colllection of swimsuits still laying out from their modeling session last night. He picked out one he had worn the night before, he really liked. He held it up, smiled at the thought of it on. He tossed it onto his unmade bed, saving it for later. For now, the colorful Funky classic squarecut was just fine, actually it felt great. He slipped on a cropped Lycra blend muscle shirt that ended just above the swimsuit, but then opted not to wear it. He liked the coolness of his bare, hairless chest in the morning air.

All freshened up, Kelly ventured into the kitchen. By his own calculations, I had about an hour of swimming left. He was close to right. The coffee was already brewed, two pots. One my usual decaffeinated with a hint of hazelnut, a second full bodied Hawaiian blend, freshly ground. The aroma saturated the first floor. I had thought to put out a cup, cream and sugar for Kelly. He smiled when he saw it. Kelly poured himself a cup, walked out onto the deck. The air was refreshing, a crisp 59 degrees heading to 78. Kelly stood there, bare chested, in fact bare everything, but for the splash colors of the five inches of swimsuit. He looked stunning, except I was not there to see it. Ashland jumped from his relaxed position and trotted to greet Kelly, picking up a ball on the way.

"Hey, Ashland, good morning," Kelly said. Ash dropped the ball at Kelly's feet, always ready to play. Kelly picked up the ball and gave it a modest toss. Ashland chased after it, happy to have someone to play with. Kelly made his way, stopping to throw the ball, to the 40 foot dock. He walked to the end and scanned the lake. "How far do you go, I couldn't see you anywhere," he would later ask me. A couple in their Kayaks paddled by. Kelly did not hear them at first, but turned around to find them about 50 feet out from the dock. Kelly froze momentarily, feeling a bit naked in just the tiny, at least to him, swimsuit.

"Gorgeous morning," the husband called out. Neither seemed at all alarmed by Kelly's attire.

"Yes it sure is," Kelly replied.

"Hey, are you the swimmer?" she asked. "We see you every day, just a little while ago, in fact."

"No, that's my friend, he is out there now," Kelly replied.

"You look like a swimmer, great shape, better than me," the husband replied. The trio chatted for several minutes, Ashland waited patiently. By the end of it, he was Roger and she was Cheryl, both up for two weeks from Portland. They even invited Kelly and I down for a beer, and a chance to meet "the crazy guy who swims all morning."

"Well, Ashland, time to make breakfast,". Kelly explained to the dog, as if he understood. The two headed back into the kitchen. Just in time for a refill of coffee. Kelly was way more confident about the swimsuit, too.

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Allen woke up early after a fitful night of sleep. The old farmhouse was warmer than the 58 degree outside temp, a reality of 1890 uninsulated construction that trapped heat on the second floor. Allen wrestled between being too hot, too cold, and too horny. It was not quite five when he woke, the early sunrise lighting up the room, the hum of the window fan fighting to cool him, and his old blue print Tyr swimsuit damp with sweat and bulging with his youthful sexual urges. Summer swim team practice was at 8, but what had kept the handsome young man awake all night was thoughts of triathlons. The short conversation at the ice cream shop stirred an interest, actually a desire. He flipped the single white cotton sheet off, laid uncovered on the bed, letting the fan blow on him. His legs were spread about shoulder width, the stretched out suit slightly loose, clinging only to the parts of him rising the highest. He rubbed himself with his right hand, feeling his private areas. As much as he wanted to just lay there and think about what it must be like to be a triathlete, there were chores to do before heading off to practice.

"Time to get moving," Allen said to the silent room, rising out of bed. He shook his lean body and manually adjusted the fit of his swimsuit, positioning his cut anatomy up and to the right. He loosely tied the dangling strings, just as he exited his room for the lone full bath in the old, white frame house. Allen had started wearing old swimsuits around the house at a much younger age, a habit he would carry for the rest of his life. He was the youngest of three sons and two daughters, the last of each still at home.

"All yours," his very cute sister said as she exited the still steamy bath with its dated Formica counters and vintage fixtures. She didn't react to her younger brother and his fading morning wood bulge in the tiny swimsuit. It was just another day, she had seen it all before. Secretly, she thought he was cute, although she would never let him know that.

"Cool, thanks" Allen replied as he slipped by her into warmth of the lingering steam. The bath had a perfume aroma, feminine remnants of his sister's morning prep. Allen turned on the shower, jumping in suit on. (Continued next post)

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

He lathered up shampoo and used it to clean his hair and his body. He even lathered up his swimsuit, which felt arousing. He slid the suit down to wash the areas underneath. When he was finished, he pulled the suit back in place and let the water flow over him again while his hands explored his own body. He was swimmer lean, muscular, and his male physique was well developed for his age.

Dried off, Allen stood in front of the mirror admiring himself. He took various poses, Imagining himself having just finished a triathlon. "You look hot," he mumbled to himself. He really did. The wet suit clinging to him, accentuating his attributes.

"Hurry up," his sister yelled through the door. "I need to finish up!" She added with frustration. Allen hurriedly finished. As he opened the dooor, now in the wet blue swimsuit, she pushed by. "What were you doing that took so long," she complained. "Don't answer, I think I can guess," she continued. Allen ignored her, but knew she was right.

Allen traded the wet suit for some tight fit jeans, commando. He had chores to get done, and he wanted to dig out his bicycle from the barn. He was, after all an aspiring triathlete. The beginnings of a longer story.

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Rounding the point, I sprinted the last quarter mile of my swim. Ashland barked as I got close, my one dog cheering team. I touched the dock and stood in the four feet of water, reaching down to pull my suit strings free, a carryover of my swim team days. Ash was all excited to see me, as usual. In his mind I had been gone forever. "Where is Kelly?" I asked Ashland. He turned and looked at the house. I could see Kelly's head through the kitchen window. I hoisted myself up on the dock. I had on a solid yellow Ca Rio Ca narrow side brief that was gripping me tightly in wet stretchy material. A hot looking, slightly revealing suit that felt sensual on, even after a long swim. I don't wear solids often, but when I do they are always bright. I headed to the outdoor shower to rinse the suit of some mineral stains picked up in the lake.

"Good morning, you're back!" Kelly said as he emerged onto the deck. He had two cups of hot coffee in his hand. "Don't you look bright in that rockin' suit," Kelly added. I headed to the deck, instead. "Good swim?"

"Great swim," I replied as I reached the deck. I took both cups from Kelly and set them down. Then I took him into my arms and gave him a long hug. "Thank you for the coffee. You were awesome last night," I added. We held each other, our bulge points touching. It was very erotic. "Look at you in this hot swimsuit,". I added as I felt all over him.

"I am making you breakfast, I hope you don't mind," Kelly said as we slipped apart, more aroused than when we started.

"A cute guy in a sexy swimsuit making breakfast, what could be better." I replied.

Kelly headed back in and I headed to the shower. It was already an awesome day.