The Endurance Swimmer - part 1

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The sun felt awesome as we both laid out in the loungers, letting our bodies absorb the amazing burger we had eaten for lunch. I lowered the back of my chair straight out so I was laying almost totally flat on my back, with a rolled up towel under my head as a pillow. I adjusted my strings so they laid over the top of my suit. Joe remained with his chair back propped up, sitting bent at the waist.

“You look comfortable,” Joe said.

“This is great,” I replied.

The three surfing guys were out in the water still. They probably had taken a break while we were swimming, but from our perspective it seemed like they had been in the water the whole time. I propped my head a bit to watch them, but the warm sun was certainly making my eyelids very heavy.

After a while, the three surfers headed in, boards under their arms once they got through the shallow surf. On shore, they laid their boards down and each of them unzipped their wetsuits, pulling them down to their waists, so they hung like rubber sacks around their knees. The two guys in board shorts slid their wetsuits off the rest of the way, while the third guy, the one who had on the black swim brief, kept his on. I didn’t realize why at first, but then recalled that his girlfriend had taken his shorts from him when she left. None of them had towels, so they sat on some of the chairs left for condo residents, drying in the warm sun. They were about 20 feet from where Joe and I had camped out.
Finally, I guess the whole hanging wetsuit got too uncomfortable. The third guy finally shed his the rest of the way, revealing himself in his black brief. I could see it had a Tyr logo on it.

“I wonder where she is with my shorts,” he said to his friends, standing looking back towards the boardwalk. He was tall ad lean and really looked nice in that little black suit.

“Probably hiding with a camera, taking shots of you right now” one of the guys said back. I smiled to myself on that comment.

As the guys sat and laid on the loungers, sharing stories about the day, the girlfriend arrived. The guy in the black brief got up and gave her a big hug, she rubbed his butt and they kissed for several seconds. She patted his butt as the separated. I wondered how he could do that and not get hard, but he didn’t.

“Had fun?” she asked

“Oh man, it was a great day” one of the dudes replied.

“Water was cold, but the sun felt great” another replied. I was laying back, eyes closed, listening to them. My eyes would scantily open once in a while to see what they were doing. I had reached out and connected hands with Joe as we both laid out in the sun. He was still half sitting, I was laid all the way back.

“Where are my shorts?” the brief guy asked his girlfriend.

“Oh S..t,” the girl answered, “I never even thought about them.”

“Wow” said the guy, a perplexed look on his face. “I’m not walking back like this,” he added pointing at his own tiny suit. Frankly, he looked stellar in it.

“Guess you are” said one of the other dudes. It was clear the Tyr clad dude was feeling very self conscious. However, he was damn cute. Wavy blonde hair, a really strong, clean chest, no real abs but a nice body, and he had a package to die for attached to he some really awesome legs. He looked like a model and he seemed like a real sweet guy, too. I was certainly interested. Too interested.

The two guys in shorts took off, heading back to their respective condos. That left the really cute hot dude in his Try black brief with his girlfriend. She had on white cotton shorts and a yellow tight fitting T.
They both stood there for a while, she was holding both his hands and facing him. After a few minutes, she walked him over to the loungers and they both sat down. She playfully pushed him back, so he was laying out in the lounger closest to me. She pulled the other one right against his and laid on her side, facing him.

Joe’s hand toughened a bit on mine. “He’s a pretty nice looking guy,” Joe whispered to me. “Not often do you see straight guys in briefs”

“Well, except for Zach and Cody,” I replied with a smile.

“Maybe next time they can come down, too” Joe said back, opening up both a return trip and a bigger group.

“That would be cool, you would really like them.” We both smiled then our attention went back to the cute dude and his girl.

I laid back and closed my eyes for a second. The sun and sound of the surf was really nice. Eyes closed, I listened to the young man and lady chat with each other. He was telling her about the day and had seemed to get over his whole swimsuit concerns. My attention drifted on and off them as I sort of dozed off. As my mind wandered back to them, she was looking at him and rubbing his chest, while he talked about the surfing. I was reliving the sensation of a hand rubbing my chest as I watched her massage him. Of course, in my transference of his situation, the hand was not that of a young lady. I started letting my imagination take over.

“I love you in these trunks” she said. “They really show off your cute legs and butt.” As she said this her hand was venturing closer to his waist and she had placed another hand on his upper leg and was very slowly feeling his muscles. “I think we should get you a few more trunks like these”

“Don’t make me hard” he said back to her coyly. He had his hands behind his head, giving her open reign of his body. I could feel the sensation of being rubbed on my upper leg.

“Maybe I like you hard?” she replied with a giggle. Her hand over his chest ran all the way down and she rubbed him right over the suit, sliding her fingers between his legs.

“Oh man” he replied. He fidgeted a bit as she laid her head on his chest and continued to massage his abs, upper legs and middle. He wrapped on arm around her side. By now he was really turned on, as what was inside his little black suit made a huge and prominent display. I could feel myself getting to the same state as I continued to imagine what he was feeling, making myself tingle in excitement.

She was careful not to just go at him. Instead she would run along the leg band and then slide her hand or fingers up and over his bulging suit. He wiggled one leg in an effort to hold back. He had incredible self control as she continued to tease him madly for several minutes or more.

“Oh my,” he said as she gave him a couple really good full hand strokes. I knew he had to be close. He slid his free arm and hand and tried to adjust a bit. She grabbed his hand and held it there, her hand on top of his, pressing and holding him firmly. He wiggled underneath and moaned a bit with pleasure. I am sure what as happening was driving him wild. It was doing that to me, as I could feel my own urges rise. .

“I can’t stop” I heard him tell to her. I could see his legs tighten. He moaned again. She released her hand from his, but he held held his on his mound, squeezing himself. She rubbed his chest and across him again. He arched his back a bit. “Oh, please” he said. She smiled at him. Within seconds, he had lost control and felt his anatomy begin the thrusting pushes of release. He laid back and sighed deeply as his body was exploding within the confines of that hot black suit. She rubbed his chest again, and watched.

My eyes opened as I felt the pressure of myself n my suit, my own urges pressing to the final stages. Once again, rock solid in my suit and I felt like I was about to explode. My hand was on my waist just above my suit. I was so close, I was not sure I could avoid it. I laid still trying to let my urges calm, then I rolled on my stomach. I was doing all I could to hold back, not wanting to release in my brand new suit. I looked at Joe and then I glanced over to where the guy and girl were, but the two loungers were empty.

“Where did they go?” I asked Joe.

“Oh they left shortly after you dozed off, didn’t stay long.”

I laid still, my one leg twitching a little as I held back with all my strength. Joe reached over and rubbed my shoulders.

“I just had the wildest dream” I said, amazed at how real I thought it was. I was able to hold my control, but barely.

“I know,” Joe said. “You were quite animated in it. I was having fun watching you.”

I could feel myself still rock hard as I laid on my stomach. I clearly was pretty comfortable around Joe, he now had seem my twice in this state. He slid his hand down my back and gave me a full back rub. He gently rubbed all the way down and across my butt.

“You got yourself pretty worked up.” Joe commented to me. “I knew whatever your were thinking abut was pretty hot. You were making me get turned on.”

“Oh man,” I said. Both remarking to him and to myself. I rolled back over, still aroused, but at least averting my own explosion. As I calmed down, I told Joe about my dream.

“Not only are you handsome, you have quite the imagination,” Joe said as I finished my story. We laid there for a few more seconds, Joe’s hand sitting on my abdomen, my hand touching his arm.

“Maybe before dinner we can go check out a few shops” he said to me, changing the subject. “Then just the two of us, the hot tub, and a nice dinner.”

“That sounds sweet” I said, as I got up to head to the water.

“Sorry I keep getting this way in front of you,” I added.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” Joe added. “You are young, athletic and it is kind of fun to watch.”

We enjoyed the rest of the afternoon in the sun, reading, holding hands and watching the surf. It was the beginning of a really great night.

To be continued....

[LongIsland Tom]

I hope you realize that your story is becoming verbal viagra.

[Byron]

Yes, watch out for cardiac arrest in this rise of literary libidos !

[Swimmboy]

Hot, hot chapter - the teasing, the foreplay - just scorching hot!

[a speedo minded guy]

STS

All I can say, is WOW. And your stories always have me looking for more. You leave your audience on the edge of....

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“You really should work on that paper,” Joe emphatically suggested as we got back in his condo. The sun was setting relatively early, having not quite reached the Spring equinox. We left the beach as the shadow off the building had cast long over the sand. As alluring as the hot tub on the deck looked, I knew in my head that Joe was right, although my anatomy and my heart was elsewhere. “I’ll run out to the store and get us some dinner while you write,” Joe added.

“But I don’t want to,” I whined, as I walked to my room to get my backpack of books and notes.

“I promised I’d make you stay focused,” Joe replied.

“That you did,” I countered, still in my sweet suit. I tossed my backpack by the bistro table on the balcony and reached for Joe. We embraced in a close hug.

As I put my noted and books out on the table Joe slipped away. He shortly emerged in regular shorts and a polo shirt, waved to me, closed the sliding glass door and slipped out on his shopping expedition. I wrapped my mind around my work, shutting out the rest of the world, but for a few timely rubs. As much as I hated to give up the afternoon, my swimming scholarship was as equally balanced on my academics as it was on my ability in the pool. Within due time my head was in the right place. I made great progress, only occasionally stopping to watch the surf crash onto the beach. The tide was coming back in.

I did not realize how much time had passed as the sliding gals door opened and Joe entered. He came up behind me and rubbed my shoulders. I felt his head lean over mine and his hands slide down over my chest.

“How you doing?” he asked.

“Really good” I replied referring to both my paper and me. “I got way lots done”

“Nice grammar” Joe laughed. “Hopefully you write better than you talk.”

“Not really,” I replied.

“Ready for a break, soon?” Joe asked.

“Yeah, I could use that.” I answered.

“I’ll be right back, then” Joe replied.

I wrapped up what I was writing and packed up my stuff. I stood and looked over the railing down to the pool, which was empty. As I did Joe emerged with a tray of snacks and two wine glasses filled.

“Thought you’d like a treat” he said as he set the tray down on the table. He slipped one of the glassed between two fingers and handed it to me. “Time for my awesome student to relax” he said.

“You are so nice,” I replied. “Thank you.”

As I stood against the railing, Joe stood behind me and wrapped his hands around my waist, holding his own wine glass in one hand. He pressed against me, still in the shorts he wore to the store. I felt a little naked in just my swimsuit. We both looked at the ocean as the darkening sky swallowed the horizon. The warmth of his body and the tightness of his hold made my swimsuit swell against the railing. Having had that raging feeling inside me all day, it took little to get me fully aroused.

“You feel like you could use some time in the hot tub” Joe whispered in my ear. “You’ve been working hard.”

I chuckled at the unintended message of his statement. I was, after all, not just working hard, I was hard. I slid my hand down and adjusted myself, sliding to point more to my right. My bulge now reaching almost to the side of my leg. I turned around to face Joe, who stepped back, checking me out. He smiled, but said nothing.

Joe pulled a table next to the hot tub, placing the snacks on it. He left his wine glass there as he went back in the condo. He returned with the bottle of wine in a marble chilling cylinder. It was so fancy. He refilled both our glasses. While he was gone, I splashed some hot tub water on my suit, and made a few more adjustments to the straining fit.

“Hope you don’t mind,” Joe said as he poured the wine. “Feels like a great night to enjoy the wine.”

“You need to get rid of those shorts,” I said back. “Get on your suit and show off that diver body.”

With that Joe simple shed the shorts exposing the matching suit to mine. He smiled at me as he stood there, his shirt hanging down over his entire suit making him look as if he had nothing on underneath. He then shed the shirt. I hit the jets button on the hot tub and we both climbed in. For the first time, I noticed that Joe’s suit was extremely well filled out and fitting him very snug. We took corner seats in the four person tub, on the same side, facing out over the ocean.

“This feels great,” Joe said as he handed me my wine.

“Yes, it does,” I replied. I took my free hand and slid it against Joe’s leg under the water. He did not flinch or move. Instead, he placed his free hand over mine and we laid our heads back. As we sipped our wine, our hands meandered across each others legs, sometimes venturing very far up to meet our suits. It was driving me wild.

“Good day?” Joe asked

“Absolutely,” I replied. “Perfect day.”

“Not weird hanging around with an old guy?”

“Not at all,”” I answered with sincerity. “Really!”

As we chatted Joe refilled our glasses. I was feeling the effects of the wine, as it made me feel a little looser, both in talk and actions. Joe and I slid closer to each other.

“I love dusk at the beach,” Joe quietly stated, his head back and my hand rubbing up and down his upper leg. “Really peaceful.”

I ventured further on my journey across Joe’s body, sliding over his suit and on his abdomen. He was really aroused, or at least it seemed that way.

“You’re making me feel your age,” Joe whispered to me. “Been a long time.”

Joe slid one leg over mine as he tuned to face me. He kissed my forehead and his hand slid down my body, about making me explode. It was the beginning of mutual exploration as we brought each other to the brink and then backed off, waiting, then doing it again. At one point Joe had me so close I had to sit up on the side of the tub, trying to avoid losing control in the water.

Having tantalized each other to the brink, we opted to move from the tub to the loungers, both of us stressing the fabric of our suits. We laid back, side by side. Joe’s balcony was tucked in, which made it real private if you were back from the rail. The night was warm, and it felt awesome laying tangled together in just our suits. Both of our bodies touching each other in all the right places.

“Oh my,” Joe whispered in my ear as I slid my hand down over his suit. He was amazingly aroused. As I massaged him, he moaned, pushing into my hand. “Oh my…” he said again.

Continue.....

[LongIsland Tom]

It just keeps getting better and better.

[LongIsland Tom]

You have no idea how many guys are reading this and wishing we were Joe.

[Swimmboy]

...or how many of us wish we were young and studly enough to be a college swimmer like Ryan....

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

It was about 8:30am when Joe emerged from the sliding glass door, two coffee cups in hand. A good two hours of work on my paper, I had made lots of progress. Joe was wearing grey shorts and a sweatshirt. He stepped toward the table and set a coffee cup in front of me.

“You must have been up early?” he asked

“Yeah, watched the sunrise and then this,” I said back. “I figured if I was out here I wouldn’t disturb you.”

“Never even heard you,” Joe said back. “Want to get in our morning swim?”

“I do, but I’d also like to do a run on the beach.” I said back as I packed my books and notes up.

“Well, I can wait on the swim, if you wan to run first. We could meet at the pool after your run.”

“Cool” I said as I slid out from my chair and stood up.

“Wow,” Joe said, “really daring suit you have on.”

I blushed a bit. “Yeah, it’s the one I got for that art class modeling. I wasn’t sure if I should wear it.”

“Oh, you should. If anyone should wear that suit, it looks perfect on your swimmer body.”

“Your too funny,” I said back. “You just want to make me excited.”

“Not sure you’d have enough room in that suit,” Joe said back with a grin. “You get pretty big when you get horny” Joe added.

Now I was really blushing. I smiled back at Joe and went in to put my books away. I grabbed my swimming stuff and brought it back out, along with a college swim team T-shirt, which I pulled over my head as I walked back out. The shirt hung down and covered most of my suit.

We agreed to meet in 45 minutes at the lap pool. I slipped on my sandals and headed out the door, wearing my T-shirt and swimsuit. The temp outside was already up in the 70’s, with a clear blue sky. The elevator doors opened and a middle age couple were inside. I stepped in and smiled.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Going to be a great day” the guy said. “Looks like your heading to the beach.”

“Yeah, a morning run and then some laps.”

“Good for you,” the lady said. “You certainly look like your in great shape, are you on the swim team?” pointing to my shirt.

“Yes, I am” I replied.

“Have fun” they both said as the door opened on the lobby floor and they exited. I rode one more down to the pool and beach level.

I dumped my stuff by the lap pool, shed my shirt and sandals, and headed to the beach to run. I normally don’t think anything of wearing swim briefs, even at home to wash the cars and stuff, but this one was so small and tiny I was a little out of place with it. Those thoughts ended as I got on the beach and began running. I ran along the surf, on the hard pack, in the water as the waves came in. Not deep, just up to my ankles. I loved the way the water splashed as I landed, spraying up at my legs. The weather was a bit warmer than I expected, as I felt sweat forming on my chest and starting a trail down to my waist. The run felt awesome, so I cheated and ran out thirty minutes, which would make me late for the swim. Two guys a little older than me were walking back towards me as I ran down the beach. They were holding hands. They really checked me out as I passed by them. We nodded at each other, but said nothing. One of them smiled at me, though as we passed.

At the turnaround, I could feel the front of my suit was wet from my sweat. I looked down ,seeing the outline of the wet part covering about half of the suit. I slipped my had in and pulled out the strings, letting them flop in the wind as I ran back up the beach. I watched the gulls flying in search of food. A few surfers were out in the waves. I slowed a bit to enjoy the aura of running on the beach. As I got closer to the condo building, the same two guys from before were now heading back down the beach. As I approached one of them held out a hand. They were both in shorts, one just regular khaki cargo shorts, the other board shorts.

“Hey,” the one guy said as I approached. I slowed down to a slow jog. “How far did you go,”

“An hour” I said back. “Not too much.”

“You look great. Love that you run in a Speedo” the one said, like most people refer to any brief suit as a Speedo. “Really hot.”

As I passed I turned to run backwards slowly as we talked. They both stopped and turned with me.

“I’m Dan and this is Patrick. We should get together. We’ll be out on the beach later today, about a half mile down”

“I’m Ryan,” I said back. “I’ll try to walk down later.”

I resumed my run. That slow jog had turned on my sweat machine, and I was now soaked. As I approached the condo, I darted deeper into the water and let it soak me all over. I dunked my head under and stood in the waves for a minute. I never gave the white suit a thought about not being good for going in water. In my youthful exuberance I just figured it was a swim suit. I emerged from the water and never even looked, but later would discover that I probably should have. Luckily, the beach was still fairly empty.

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