Summer Swim Team

[a speedo minded guy]

Hi SwimmerAlan,

I hope all is well. I hope you can continue your story soon. Keep up the great work

[SwimmerAlan]

It was a perfect beach day. The sky was blue with only a few puffy white clouds, a very gentle breeze, a warm sun. The beach was wide open, not crowded, only small clusters of people and the occasional solo person. Board shorts were just starting to show on the swimsuit fashion scene, so the occasional guy in Birdwell Beach Britches, which were just starting to become the go to board short in this part of the country. Most guys were in some form of swim short, the kind that looked like the old gym shorts from school. A smaller number in more form fit square cut style suits, and a few guys in briefs. The three of us were among the small contingent of guys sporting the best choice of swimsuit styles.

“What do you think of those long swimsuits?” Mark asked. A couple of really cute guys were playing frisbee, both wearing Birdwells. One in red and one in blue. I had to admit they looked cute.

“I don’t know, seem kind of pointless at the beach,” I replied. “Way too long.”

“I thought about trying them on,” Mark replied. “Just to see.”

“I have a pair,” Ryan replied. I looked at him surprised. We were so close, I was amazed I did not know. “Yeah, just like his,” he pointed at the guy in the red pair. “They feel kind of weird on, long and bulky,” he added. “Really just more like shorts than a swimsuit.”

“I never knew you had those,” I responded.

“My mom bought them for me, she thought all the guys were wearing them. They kind of just stay in the drawer, maybe one day I will wear them.”

“Yeah, I don’t know, I really like my team suits,” I replied.

“Me, too,” Mark added. “Even if they show my boners,” he laughed.

“Don’t start talking about boners,” Ryan chimed back a bit loudly. Loud enough a very cute college age girl reading a book about 50 feet away heard. She started laughing.

“I like guys in Speedos,” she joined the conversation. “Even with boners,” she laughed, adding “or not. Especially fit guys.” She was for certain checking out every aspect of the three of us.

“Do you think we are fit?” Ryan replied curiously. He turned to face her. Her eyes went right to his suit, focusing on his bulge.

“For sure,” she replied. “You guys are perfect for Speedo suits.” Ryan immediately started getting hard. Honestly, we all did, but for different reasons. I looked over at Mark and smiled as we watched Ryan get his visibly aroused, his bulge growing right before our eyes, and hers.

“My name is Ryan, that’s Alan and he is Mark,” Ryan said as he walked toward her. His aroused state did not seem to be holding him back. Ryan casually tried to adjust his bulge.

“My name is Meghan, but everyone calls me “Maggie.” Meghan was watching as Ryan moved his hand across the front of his suit. She smiled. “You guys are fun to listen to,” she added. “You look great in that Speedo. All of you do.” She was dressed in a green and yellow bikini, not quite a string, but not much bigger. She looked even prettier up close.

“Thanks, I like your swimsuit, too,” Ryan replied. “Actually, our colors kind of match.” Maggie motioned for Ryan to sit on the large sheet, next to her. He complied. He could feel the tightness increase in his suit as he grew more aroused. His long legs stretched out in front of him, giving his bulging suit and erect state prominent display.

“Are you guys on swim team together?” Maggie asked. Her eyes focused mostly on Ryan’s masculine display of arousal. She could feel her own tinges of arousal. He was a really cute guy, and from what she saw, well equipped. His suit was barely containing him.

“They are,” Ryan replied. “I am on cross country,” he added.

“Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense,” Maggie replied. “You got amazing legs, muscular. A runner, of course.” With that she reached over and touched his upper left leg. Ryan flexed and tightened his muscles. She gently rubbed his taut quads, feeling the muscular definition. “Your legs are amazing!”

It was all Ryan could do to stay in control. He felt a little surge as a release of arousal created a small wet spot on his suit. All new sensations for Ryan, he could feel himself getting harder and larger. Maggie’s hand still feeling his leg, each rub getting higher and higher up toward his bulging suit. Maggie watched as Ryan’s bulge responded to her, she was feeling her own excitement.

Ryan was secretly enjoying every aspect of his situation. He loved being a guy, even in a tight swimsuit.


.... to be continued....

[SwimmerAlan]

The beach had become private, just the two of us, the sun behind is lighting up the white cap waves. Golden sand, reed filled dunes, salt air.

“Let’s go for a walk,” I had suggested to Mark. “I think Ryan is pretty interested in the girl.”

“I think he is very turned on by her,” Mark had replied. “Maybe too turned on by the looks of things.”

“He’s loving every minute of it,” I adjusted myself in my own suit. Watching Ryan had my own state of arousal escalating.
Mark and I decided to head south, leaving Ryan with Maggie. Ryan didn’t even realize we had left. He had more interesting things going on. The beach quickly grew less crowded as Mark and I got past the houses. I took Mark’s hand in mine, as our journey continued. It was the perfect day for a long, romantic walk, and maybe a bit more. Mark looked so damn cute in his swimsuit.

And here we were. Alone. It could not have been more perfect. This was not today. Two guys in love, young love, puppy love or lifetime love, was not yet even remotely accepted. I was fortunate, my mom knew, accepted and embraced it. Mark was in a deep closet, only I knew, but for Ryan. A tight trusted circle. Tight like his swimsuit, and the package he held inside.

“Damn, you look so fucking gorgeous,” Mark said. “I fell in love with you at our first swim meet.” That was back in ninth grade. I do not know at that moment on the beach what happened faster, my knees buckling or my erection forming. It was at that instant moment I knew I was in love, too.

“You are the cutest, sweetest, fastest swimming, guy I know.” Yeah, it was an awkward reply, but at that age are we not all an awkward mess. I knew it was honest, sincere. I was doing my best.

The kiss, the amazing kiss. I had never come before, and I did not then, probably because my body was not sure how. But the wet drizzle, the feel of Mark, all of Mark, even his raging boner. I wanted to have him, and I was not even sure what that meant or how it happened.

We just kept kissing, embracing, rubbing together. Touching.

... to be continued...

[animal]

I came out of lurking to say that this story has been fantastic so far! I *really* hope you can continue it!