Summer Swim Team

[a speedo minded guy]

Your story does remind of me STS's stories. Please continue...

[nespeedoguy]

Sts was great guy! Great stories and pvt. Chats.
Great story Allen! Need summer speedo party !

[SwimmerAlan]

“Brian, everything okay?” I asked as I got to the showers. Brian was still showering. The showers were outside, so he was also still wearing his suit.

“How much of that did people see?” Brian asked. “I can’t believe that happened.”

“I think everyone was looking at Coach,” I replied. Actually, I think everyone saw it, at least the last part. I left that out. I was now getting hard watching Brian shower, his wet, sudsy suit,clinging to him. It was clear he was no longer hard.

“Except for you,” he answered. “Every time I looked, you were looking right at me.”

“Yeah, I guess so, Sorry man,” I replied. I did not press the issue and jumped under my own shower. I was pretty quick, Brian stayed in quite a while, doing his best to fully rinse his suit.

I was getting ready to leave when Brian was finally out of the shower. Just he and I were together, most of the other guys just left without showering and the girls used the showers at the other end, still outside.

“I fucking couldn’t stop it,” Brian said softly as if whispering. “I woke up this morning feeling all turned on. Figured practice would take care of that. I guess looking at all the guys in their swimsuits got me going again.”

I gave Brian a surprised look. “Did he just say the guys turned him on,” I thought to myself. Now I was really getting hard. “Yeah, that happens to me,”. I replied.

“It just happened,” Brian added. “I tried to hold it back, but I knew I couldn’t. Fuck!”

“Seriously, I do not think anyone noticed.” I felt bad, he was really embarrassed about it.

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It had been a long day. By the end of it, I was beat. I got home from afternoon practice at at just after 7, having spent twenty minutes after chatting with Kathy. She was really funny, we laughed a lot. I was really starting to like her. Maybe I really was into girls, after all.

Afternoon practice was all starts and turns, both teams together. Kathy always lined up right behind me. We laughed about all the mess ups. “When you fell in the pool I just lost it,” Kathy said. “The look on your face as you just slid off the block....”.

“Yeah, that was pretty lame,” I answered. We carried on for several minutes.

“So, tomorrow at my house after practice,” she said as we wrapped up. “Stay in your swimsuit, we can have fun in the pool.”

“Deal,” I replied.

“You look hot in your swimsuits,” she added with a grin.


—— to be continued——

[dm106]

Great to see a new exciting story - please keep it up, Alan!

[SwimmerAlan]

Thanks guys for the kind words!

[SwimmerAlan]

(Writers Note: graphic content.)

“You are going to wear shorts, right?” Ryan asked as I told him about my “date” with Kathy. This was long before cellphones, text chat, and FaceTime. I was on a yellow corded phone in my room. The long cord running down the hall, under my door. It was the best advanced technology of the time.

“No, she said for me to wear my swimsuit,” I replied. “I am wearing whatever suit I wear to practice.”

“Won’t you get a boner? You cannot hide it in your tiny swimsuit.”

“I won’t get a boner,” I replied. “I never do.”

“You never know. Look at what you said happened to Brian,” Ryan explained. “They just happen. Plus you will be with a girl!” I figured Ryan was getting hard just thinking about it. Like I said before, he got hard at just about anything.

“I will be fine. I wear my suits around girls every day.”

“I am telling you, this is different,” Ryan tried to convince me.

We talked for an hour, mostly about my date, I think Ryan was a bit jealous. Finally, at 11 we hung up. Five would come quick. I set the phone on the floor, rolled over, still wearing my suit, and closed my eyes. My hand explored my bulge. “What if you do get a boner,” was the last thought I remember before I fell asleep.

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The beach was gorgeous. Soft white sand and Caribbean blue water. Kathy and I were walking hand in hand. She was wearing a light blue one piece swimsuit, the same suits she wears to practice. I was wearing a new white Speedo brief with red and blue accent colors. The blue matched perfectly her suit. It was warm, not a cloud in the sky. The beach was secluded, just the two of us. We were just enough in the surf for our feet to get wet.

“I love the beach,” she said as we walked.

“Me, too.”

“I only swim so I can see you in your swimsuits. I love looking at your bulge,” she added.

“You are such a great swimmer,” I replied.

We strolled further up the beach. The sand was narrower up here, with reeds of sea grass on one side and the surf on the other. I was getting hard. “They just happen” we’re Ryan’s words. He was right. It was just happening. Like Brian had, I used my free hand to adjust position. I needed room to grow. The erection felt awesome.

Kathy swung in front of me and we embraced. We began kissing. Hands wandered, I felt a hand on my bulge. I was getting harder and more aroused. My eyes closed, our embrace changed. It was no longer Kathy. The hand on my bulge felt stronger than the gentle touch of Kathy’s hand. We pulled closer.

“I want you bad,” said a deep voice. Suddenly we were bulge to bulge, pressing against each other. His hand took my anatomy into it. It felt me in the most amazing way.

“Brian, you are driving me crazy,”. I said.

Suddenly I woke, as the last releases shot inside my suit. I was breathless. My suit was soaked. In my dream, so was his. I had never felt such a feeling. I laid back and went into a deep sleep, sticky suit and all.
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[Torchwatch]

This subject is best summed in the poem A Puppy Called Puberty by Adraian Mitchell:
https://www.gransnet.com/forums/chat...ghten-your-day

[SwimmerAlan]

The pool was amazing, almost as much of the house. It was very much a reality I never saw before. My single mom worked hard to give me all the great things I had. I was the first boy of a plan for three kids. My dad was killed in a horrible car wreck when I was six months old; 183 days, eight hours ten minutes, four seconds, as my mom always told me. I never knew him, and he hardly knew me. I wondered about him every day as I was growing to manhood. As I grew, my mom always said “you are so much your father.” Despite his being gone, she did her best to make him a part of my life. My mom did what was needed to always provide a roof over my head, all my swim dreams, and I never wanted for anything. Other than a few dates her and there, she had yet to remarry.

This house, Kathy’s house, was gorgeous. Take nothing away from mine, though. She was fortunate, but so was I! In that instant was a life lesson I hold to this day. Wealth is how we define it. I guess I was a bit shell shocked. Kind of mad or maybe a bit youthful jealous.

“Are you okay?” Kathy asked.

“Yeah, sure,” I replied. “Your house is so amazing,”

“Thanks,” she said as she took my hand. “Let me show you.”

She introduced me to her mom. You could see the resemblance. “Mom, this is Alan, from swim team,” she said.

“Hi Alan,” her mom replied. She looked me up and down, as I stood there in nothing but my green print Speedo brand swimsuit. “You are exactly as she described, tall, handsome, and you look great in your swimsuit.” Kathy blushed at her forwardness.

“Mom!” Kathy exclaimed. I felt a bit awkward, I must admit. Maybe the rare time I felt too naked in just my Speedo. I also, for some reason, started getting hard.

“Thanks,” I shyly said.

“I am going to change, and we are going to the pool,” Kathy told her mom. I wondered why she was changing. She was wearing her swimsuit from practice already.

“Ok sweetie,” Mom replied. “I will get you kids breakfast.”

We finished the tour of the massive home. In Kathy’s room she excused herself to her private bath to change. A few minutes later she came out wearing the slightest red string bikini suit I think I had ever seen.

“You like?” she asked.

“Very pretty,” I replied. I imagined Ryan would be instantly rock hard if he saw her. I was not getting the same reaction. She did, however, look quite pretty. She grabbed me, and gave me a big hug, pulling me into her. She slid her leg between mine, so her body touched my bulge.

“I am so glad you came over today.”

—————

The day was perfect, no clouds, bright sun, warm but not hot. The pool was heated to a pleasant 84 degrees. The free form shape wrapped around a waterfall feature and a pool bar. Certainly not a pool for laps, but for sure a pool for fun. The deep end was nine feet with a dive board. On the other side a chair deck in about six inches of water. The bar was on the back side of the waterfall and required a bridge to get to it. Once there, the pool entirely surrounded you.

I swam around the entire loop, several times. Swimming under the bridge seemed pretty cool. Kathy swam with me a few times.

“Let’s float,” she said as she grabbed a huge float from the deck. It easily fit both of us. “Climb on.” The pool actually had a built in current that carried the float around the entire loop, clockwise.

“This pool is crazy,” I said. We were side by side, close on the float. Kathy laid her hand on my abdomen.

“Glad you are having fun. Sure beats mowing grass,” she teased, as she rubbed along the upped edge of my swimsuit.

“Yes, it does.” I replied.

“I love your swimsuits, you must have a bunch of them,” She stated, more as a question.

“Yeah, I have several.” Truth was my collection was closer to 20. It was a fascination that started a few years back. I loved trying new suits, an attribute I have carried with me since.

“You are too cute,” she replied. As we rounded the back side and under the bridge, her hand was now exploring more close to my sensitive parts. She was getting the response she desired, as my bulge was growing in a very obvious way. Not so much because she was a cute girl, but more because at my age it did not take much to get a growing response. A gentle hand was perfect.

“Do you like wearing Speedos?” Kathy asked. To her, any brief suit on a guy was a Speedo, regardless of brand.

“Yeah, I really do like them,” I replied. I did not confess to her I wear them all the time at home.

With that, her hand slid lower, my response grew larger. I actually liked the feel of being hard in my suit. It was very much turning me on in ways I might struggle to stop.

——- to be continued——

[a speedo minded guy]

Another nice several chapters. Can't wait to see what happens next...

[Ethanroy011]

Nice story, want to read next part soon