Summer Swim Team

[a speedo minded guy]

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

[SwimmerAlan]

Meet day. I did not sleep a wink. The alarm went off at 4:00, I was already up. We had new team competition suits, two suits each. We wore one for the last practice. They were tight, tiny and awesome. The sides were as narrow as I had ever worn. I was a 28 waist, my suit was 26. I almost did not fit in it! It was as tight a suit as I had ever worn. Coach instructed us to only put them on for our events, not to wear them the whole time. The material was thin, it was suppose to help us be faster in the water. It felt different than my other suits.

“If you have gaps more than 30 minutes between events, change into shorts or a regular suit,” Coach told us. Following instructions, I put both of my meet suits in my swim bag, and slipped on my official team practice suit. I threw a second official team practice suit in my bag and an extra regular non team suit. Never could have too many briefs.

We had to be on the bus at 5. It was a two hour ride to the meet. My mom was already up and making breakfast. I grabbed my gear and went into the kitchen. I was wearing just my swimsuit.

“You excited about your big meet?” She asked.

“Yeah, maybe nervous,” I replied. She was finishing up breakfast sandwiches with homemade biscuits. My favorite.

“You have everything?” She asked. She then one by one went thru the list. “Sweetie, you should take some shorts, just in case,” she added at the end. I was fine just wearing my swimsuit, most of the guys would be the same. “I am throwing a pair in your bag.” I did not object, both she and I knew they would never be worn.

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Kathy sat next to me on the bench seat of the bus. Most of the guys were in shorts, just three of us wearing our suits. Brian had on his favorite Arena brief with a swim team T shirt over. Chris had on a square cut drag suit with his team practice Speedo under. I had on my team practice suit and T shirt over. It was already getting hot, the temp was in the mid eighties. It was going to be a warm bus ride and a hot day.

“You ready for the meet?” I asked Kathy as the bus pulled from the pool parking lot.

“I think so, lots of great swimmers,” she replied. “How about you?” Her hand was already on my right knee.

“Nervous,” I replied. “I always get nervous before meets.” I knew I wasn’t the best swimmer on the team, probably more in the middle. I really just wanted to get to Sunday. I wanted mom to be able to see me swim.

“You’re cute,” she replied. “Nothing to be nervous about, you will swim great.” She rubbed my upper leg. I took her hand in mine and held it. The last thing I needed was for her to start touching my more sensitive areas. She did anyway as we dozed and chatted the whole ride. I wasn’t turned on by her as much as I was by the caress of a hand, any hand, on or near my bulge. I kept control, thankfully, but for some tiny releases.

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The meet was huge. Our biggest of the season. It would last two days. Because we were so close, no hotel overnight. Four hours on a school bus each day. Mom would miss today, but hopefully come Sunday, that is if I make the semi final rounds. The meet was hosted by the state university. The swim complex was amazing. Two eight lane 50 meter outdoor pools, and two dual eight lane 25 meter indoor pools. For our meet, the outdoor pools were converted to 21 lane, 25 yard pools. All our events were outside. The girls teams in one pool, the guys in the other. Mixed events used either. Events would use eight lanes. I do not remember how many teams, but it was a bunch. We arrived with an hour to spare before the 8am start. The day was set to run until 5. Home by 7. The pool area was a mass of cute, hot guys in all array of tight swimsuits.

“Well, this is it,” Brian said as we got off the bus. “Look at all the swimmers.” I think he was already getting hard. I sure was. My suit was swelling with arousal as I took it all in.

“So cool,” I said. I grabbed my Kodak Instamatic camera from my bag and started taking pictures. Cell phones were far into the future. My bulge was pressing forward as my erection went nearly full on. I pushed it down with my hand, all while holding my camera. It was going to be that kind of day, an endless state of arousal.

“Stay calm, Alan” Brian said, looking at my bulge. After the bus ride, it was not going to take much for me to go all the way.

“You too,”. I replied. He was equally as hard. We still had to change into our competition suits, even tinier and tighter.

——- to be continued—-

[SwimmerAlan]

“I can’t even fit in this suit,” Brian said. He was fighting to squeeze himself into the very tiny competition suit. The more he tried to position, the tougher his situation became.

“They are small,” I replied struggling to do the same. I normally tucked down, but with the tiny suit that was not working. Finally I went up and toward my right. Everything barely fit. “If I get hard, I am screwed,” I said allowed.

“I already am and now it won’t fit.” Brian was still struggling.

“Maybe a cold shower,”. I suggested. For both of us, it would be a good idea.

I never had any issues with wearing my swimsuits, actually liked being in them. My bulge was a part of me, and I wasn’t freaked out that others could see it in my suits. In fact, I thought it was part of what made guys swimsuits look cool. This suit, however, was the smallest and tightest suit I had ever worn. We were, so far, the only team wearing these new material race suits.

Post cold shower, Brian and I left the locker room, tight suits finally on each of us.

“I do not care what Coach says,” Brian started. “I am not changing again until the meet is over. I may never get back in this thing.”

“I agree,” I replied. We both looked ready for action in our suits. Swimming or whatever came along.

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My first event was 200 Freestyle. Probably around 9:30am. Coach was focusing me on longer distances. What I lacked in all out sprint speed I made up for in endurance. It was just about 8am. All teams were to be on deck for the national anthem and opening announcements. I was probably in my race suit too early, but I was excited for the day to start. Brian was already in the warm up pool doing some easy laps to loosen up, calm down, and mentally focus. His first event was right after the opening announcements.

“Damn, this suit is tight,” I thought to myself. I had not noticed it being so tight at practice because we were in the water and I took it off right after. Now, just walking around in it, I felt much more crushed in it. It was an odd sensation, partly because my anatomy was positioned different than usual. The sensation of the suit was on the side of me that normally did not feel the material. I was discovering it to be a much more sensitive feel.

“What’s with the tiny suits,” Mark, a swimmer from another team asked as I walked by. “I see them on all of you guys.” Mark and I knew each other from meets. He was a cute guy, tall and thin. He was about like me as a swimmer. He looked great in his suits. I did not know much about him, other than what I just said. He was always nice, always polite.

“Oh, hi Mark,” I replied. “Coach just gave these to us, just for meets. Some new material.”

“They are pretty tiny, and by the look of things, very tight.” Mark was eyeing me close. “Your sides are half as wide as mine.” He was right, they were really narrow.

“Yeah, they are pretty small,” I replied. For some reason, I could feel a bit of arousal stir in my suit. I never really thought of myself attracted to Mark, but he looked damn good in his suit. His bulge was perfect, he filled the suit out well.

“Well, that suit looks great on you, Alan” His compliment caught me by surprise.

“Yours, too.” I replied with a smile. Now I was getting hard, but so was he.

“Hey, let’s connect later,” Mark offered.

“Absolutely.”

[a speedo minded guy]

Loving your story. Please continue.

[SwimmerAlan]

The starting horn sent eight of us off the blocks. My dive was perfect! Eight lengths, two hundred yards. The top two lead swimmers were out strong. I was not with them, but was solidly leading the rest of the pack. I hit my first flip strong and got a great push off. I watched the orange swimsuit of the guy next to me, his male outline rotating as he swam. He was one of the top two, and I knew if I could stay watching his suit, I was in striking distance as the race got long. Just beyond him was the red suit of his competition, the suits were side by side. On my other side was the head of the swimmer just behind me.

“Stay with orange, keep ahead of blue.” It was funny that I defined my competitors by the color of their suits. Flip two, no change in position. We jockeyed and battled thru the next three lengths. A rally by blue tried to throw me back one spot, but I held on and gained on orange as an added benefit. By length five blue had lost his stamina and was dropping off. He went too hard and screwed his race. He would fade to seventh place.

“Push!” I heard coach yell as I came out of my flip into the last 50. One more turn and then a hard kick for the last 24. I was sure I was in third, but actually was fourth behind a swimmer five lanes away. I could see that red had faded a bit, orange was still pushing. So was I. So was green, the guy I could not see. Last flip, strong ass push and I gave it my all. Head down, watch the line. No looks. “Swim right into the wall” repeated in my head. I was no longer watching orange, red or anyone else. It was me, all me. I hit the wall with my fingers. It was done! Red and orange were in, too. As was green. I had no idea what order. The remaining four came in one by one behind.

My final time was just a fraction off my best. It turned out Green won. Orange was just a tenth behind me and red was a tenth behind him. I finished second. Maybe I was better at swimming than I thought. My time for sure locked me into a Sunday final.

“You kicked my ass on that last 25,” Orange suit said to me. “You just took off.”

“Hey, thanks,” I replied breathless. My heart still pounding. He was cute, but I was too beat up to notice.

I climbed from the pool, my tight suit clinging to me. Everyone’s was. My confidence was at a high. I had another event before the meal break. I decided to stay in my race suit.

i reached down and adjusted my position. Arousal was taking over in the warm sun, or was it all the guys in tight suits.

——- to be continued.....

[SwimmerAlan]

There you are,” I heard Kathy’s voice behind me. “I watched you swim, you did great.” I turned toward her, my still wet suit still clinging to me. I watched as her eyes went down to look right at my display.

“Thanks, I have a break so I was actually coming to see if I could watch your next event.” I really was thinking about it, but I was also thinking of checking on Brian or finding Mark. She smiled.

“You really finished strong. Coach said you got a great chance in the finals.”

“Must be these new suits,” I replied.

“I think it is you, but that suit is pretty hot on you,” she responded. “And tight,” she grinned.

“Yeah, it is pretty tight,” I replied.

“I like seeing you in it.”

We chatted for a minute. Her next event was in 30 minutes. She was off to warm up. As she departed her hand patted my abdomen and she slid it nonchalantly across my frontal bulge. “Come see me swim...”

“I will, promise.” I replied, as I casually adjusted myself.

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Day one of the big meet was just about over. A few remaining events and the coaches wrap up meeting. It was just past four on what turned out to be a hot and humid Summer day. Brian swam crazy well, taking top seed in two events and second in two others. Kathy was the top female swimmer of the whole meet, no surprise there. I was thrilled to be moving to finals in three events. I had just changed out of the tight and tiny race suit, back into my usual team practice suit. After being crammed in that tight little suit, my anatomy was making full use of the room, and I enjoyed the feel of the more comfortable swim brief.

“Hey, Alan,” a guy’s voice called. Mark was just finishing for the day. He was dripping wet from the pool. “I wasn’t sure we’d see each other.” He looked amazing, muscular body, swimmers build. His swimsuit fit him well, more correctly he made that swimsuit look hot.

“Hey Mark, how’d you do today?”

“Not my best, but got me thru to Sunday,” he replied.

“Awesome, man,” I was really excited that we would both be back tomorrow. Something about Mark today was really turning me on. I always thought he was a cute guy, but the interest today was stirring my body in ways I had not felt. Maybe it was just that everything today was stimulating urges and bulges.

“Let’s go check out the lake,” Mark suggested. The pool complex was next to a large man made lake with a walking path around and a long bridge out to a gazebo deck in the middle. “I need a walk.”

We both headed out of the pool area. Some other swimmers were doing the same, burning off the last hour. “What was you best event?” I asked.

“I busted balls in the fly, came in first.” Mark was the perfect fly guy. In the water his power was amazing.

“I cannot swim fly worth shit,” I responded.

“I know, I’ve seen you,” Mark replied with a grin.

“Yeah, but I can kick your ass in endurance,”. I replied.

“Okay, we are even,” he smiled. “Let’s go out to the middle. We both headed onto the wood bridge that went easily 150 feet out. While most of the other swimmers went walking along the path around the lake, we had the bridge and gazebo to ourselves. “You changed suits,” Mark noted.

“Yeah, Coach told us we had to as soon as we finished. Those other suits are for race only.”

“You looked packed pretty tight in the other one,” Mark observed. “This one looks more comfortable.”

“You look awesome in your suit, really hot,” I said it without thinking, it just casually rolled out.

“Thanks, Alan,” Mark replied not missing a beat. “That is nice of you.” Mark reached over and touched my hand. He didn’t take my hand in his, just brushed his against mine. A subtle message of interest, maybe.

We stood at the rail of the gazebo, together talking. Mostly about swimming. My mind was racing, he was so damn gorgeous. He had these cute dimples when he smiled. Everything about him was driving me wild. I was growing harder and harder as we chatted. My bulge was noticeably expanding. I was tucked down, but the aroused State was pushing my anatomy outward. He was doing the same, his suit expanding equally fast.

I reached down to adjust. He did the same. We both looked at each other. Nothing was said, nothing had to be. We both knew what was making us this way. “I am glad we came out here,” Mark said as we both hugged. Our bulging suits touched. We enjoyed the feel of our bodies touching. “We better head back,” he softly whispered after we held for several seconds. We both wanted to do more. It was best we stopped before we could not.

“Have a great night, see you tomorrow,” I closed with as we parted ways back at the locker room door. He had calmed down, I was still rock hard. It always took me a while to return to normal, sometimes a long while. It was going to be a hard ride home.

—- to be continued...

[SwimmerAlan]

Something happened that Saturday at the meet. I embraced who I was. Nothing got said to anyone. It was all in my heart and my head. Tomorrow was a big day. I went to bed ready to kick ass in the finals, and to kick ass in my life. I was who I was and that was perfectly okay. I felt my maleness gently inside my suit as I faded off to sleep.

Sunday, I would win my big event. It was the perfect outcome to a perfect weekend. Mark and I would cheer each other on, the first of many. Kathy and I would fade away to find our best lives.

It was the perfect weekend. It was the perfect meet.