First Summer....

[solarguy]

You have a great writing ability! So easy to follow and get engrossed in! Thanks!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Ben was Erik’s closest friend. They were both runners and both ran cross country all through school. While they only met four years ago, they formed a tight bond. Erik was the faster runner over long distances, but Ben had the ability to surge when it counted. This morning they decided to take a run on the dirt trails along the river. It was already hot as blazes. Ben had on a pair of navy blue running shorts while Erik wore a pair of yellow nylon running shorts. Neither guy had on a shirt.

“Did you watch the diving last night?” Erik asked as they passed the first five miles, the sweat making Erik’s yellow shorts cling to him. The light fabric becoming slightly sheer.

“A little bit,” Ben replied. “Pretty cool.”

“I really want to get one of those swimsuits” Erik continued. “I thought they looked amazing on those guys.”

“They are some pretty amazing guys,” Ben answered.

“Yeah, anyway I really want to try one of those swimsuits.” Erik re-emphasized his point.

The run ended at a point where the river weaves around a big area of rocks. A fast ten miles and Ben and Erik were soaked in sweat. They both took off their shoes and jumped in the water. The rocks was a popular hang out, but it was still early. It was just the two of them, but for an occasional runner or walker. They both got out of the water and laid out on the rocks letting the sun dry them. The wet shorts clinging to them. Erik watched as Ben’s shorts outlined him.

“So, you are really going to buy a Speedo?” Ben asked.

“Yeah, if I can find them.”

“Erik, just go to a sports store, they have them. You know they fit pretty tight, right?”

“Yeah, I figured as much.” Erik answered

“You would look great in one.,” Ben paused, smiling. “Maybe I’ll get one, too.”

“That would be cool,” Erik replied,

They were silent for a while, enjoying the sun. Erik looked over and admired how Ben looked. Ben was not as tall as Erik, but he was more muscular. He had thick black hair and a really nice upper body. Much more defined than Erik. Erik felt a twinge of excitement pulse through his body. He never admitted to anyone, especially not Ben, that he liked the way Ben looked. It had not occurred to him that like himself, Ben also never seemed to have any interest in girls. Ben was feeling the same as he admired Erik’s long lean body in his clinging shorts. “Yes, he’d be fine in a Speedo” Ben thought to himself.

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On his way back home, Erik stopped at a local sports store, A&N Sports. He pulled his dry T Shirt on over his damp running shorts and carried his wallet in his hand. He had been in the store a million times over the years and never really noticed if they had any swim stuff. The bell chimed as he entered and a girl about his age at the counter asked if he needed help. Erik tugged at his damp shorts to make sure that they were not clinging.

“No, just killing some time.” he answered.

“You been running?” she asked

“Yeah,” Erik replied. “Ten miles down by the river.”

“Yup, your running shorts gave you away” she smiled. Erik smiled back, not saying anything. “You look like a runner, too.”

Erik wound his way alone through the store. He was about to give up when he found it. Near the fitting rooms was a small, stand alone rack with a Speedo logo at the top. Underneath the sign were four tiers of guys swimsuits exactly like what he was looking for. He felt the excitement surge through him. For the next ten minutes, Erik looked through each tier, finding his size, 28 waist, and pulling out the colors he liked.

“You a swimmer, too?” the young lady walked over.

“No, not really. Thinking about it” he added coyly. “Do I buy my same size?” he asked, feeling really stupid.

“Some guys do, but the serious swimmers get the next size smaller.” she replied. “If you don’t know, I’d just get your size.”

“Thanks” Erik replied.

“You can try them on, if you want. I’d be glad to even check the fit.” She added.

“Maybe,” Erik replied. He felt kind of weird about modeling the suit in front of her.

Erik settled on two. The first was a black and gold nylon suit. It was mostly black, but had gold on one side and gold that ran across the top of the front. He liked it because it was the colors of the university he was going to in the fall. The second was a red and white one that had a different material, made of nylon and lycra.

“We are just starting to get the lycra ones in,” the young lady added. “They fit different. Some guys don’t liked how they feel on. You should really try that one on.”

Erik blushed a bit. “Okay.” He went into the fitting room.

He had nothing on under his running shorts. He slipped them off and he grabbed the red and white lycra suit. Before he could even get it on, he felt himself get hard. Not just a little hard, he was full on hard. “Shit” he thought as he stood there. He decided he had to try to put the suit on. He pulled it up and did his best to get fit into it, but he was so hard he could not adjust himself into the suit. He could feel that the lycra suit clinged to him tightly. Erik waited a bit and thankfully his arousal eased enough that he was finally able to slide into the suit fully.

“How does it fit?” She asked from outside.

“Fine,” Erik replied. If only she knew, he thought to himself, looking in the tiny mirror at how he packed that suit. He swapped out for the black and gold, which had a totally different feel. He really liked it. Erik changed back into his running shorts. He was still pretty aroused, which was very obvious by how he filled out the shorts. He grabbed both suits and went out.

“I like both.” he said.

She offered that if he bought a third it would be half price. So he grabbed another one, a blue and gold lycra one off the rack in his size.

“You definitely got the body for these,” she said. She was clearly interested in him as she asked all the usual questions, including his name. Too bad Erik had no reciprocal interest.

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Erik raced up to his room. He could not wait to really try them back on. He shut and locked the door and stripped out of his shorts. He grabbed the black and gold pair and pulled it on. He looked down at himself in the suit. He loved how free he felt in it. He stood in front of the mirror and admired how it looked on him. His bulge was nicely displayed. He played with how he liked himself positioned in the suit. He liked the down position, but hated how it felt. He settled on up, maybe a bit to the side. He checked every angle, even holding up a small mirror to check how his butt looked. The feel of the tight suit made him get harder and harder until he was once again almost full on. Erik really liked how awesome he looked erect in the suit, his bulging front massive.

Erik slipped off the black and gold and pulled on the navy and gold. He immediately felt the difference in the fit and smiled at the way the lycra wrapped around him. The house was quiet. Erik was sure he was the only one home, so he opened his room door and went to the bathroom where he could get a better view. “This is so hot,” Erik thought. He was enjoying the look of himself in the suit. He was aroused and he was gently sliding his hand across himself, enjoying the sensation of his state. He didn’t want to go too far, but he liked how he looked all snug inside the blue lycra, the top of his bulge pressing into the gold band at the top, the drawstrings the only thing keeping him inside it. He was giving himself and the material quite a workout.

A noise behind him startled Erik. Erik froze, knowing someone was there. He turned to see Dylan standing there in the open doorway.

“What are you doing?” Dylan asked with a grin.

“Oh, just trying on this new swimsuit,” Erik replied trying to make light of it. He knew he was caught, not only in a new swimsuit, but also making himself excited. “I thought no one was home.”

“Looks like it fits you pretty well” Dylan replied. “Just don’t go getting all horned up over some girl while you wear it. Like you are now.” Dylan smirked

“Shut up,” Erik replied as he grabbed the first towel he could reach.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” Dylan replied as Erik pushed by.

Back in his room, Erik didn’t finish what he started. He grabbed some shorts and threw them on over the suit. He had to get out mowing lawns. He would enjoy the feel of the suit on him under the shorts. He could not wait for a real chance to wear it to the beach or a pool. Maybe he could get Ben to join him.

To be continued.....

[Swimmboy]

Nice - loving this new storyline!

[afewgoodmen]

Definetely enjoying this story!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Always great to hear from long time readers like Solar and Swimm. Love to hear from new readers, such as Afewgood.... Thanks for the kind words. STS

[a speedo minded guy]

I love it. Your stories seem to get better and better. Glad u are writing here again. It's been really quiet since summer.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The problem with not finishing what he started was it left Erik feeling like he needed some release. Still feeling like he wanted more, Erik gave in to the demands of work and loaded his lawn mower into the back of his AMC Gremlin, along with a gas can and trimmers. He had five lawns to do that day and it was going to be hot, highs above 90. He packed a cooler with water and soda and a couple sandwiches. He had on a T shirt and nylon running shorts over the blue Speedo suit he was wearing. He would quickly shed the shirt.

“I am really sorry about what just happened,” Dylan came out and said as Eric was finishing the car. “We all do that stuff and I should have just quietly walked away.” Dylan added.

“No big deal,” Erik said. He and Dylan gave each other a quick hug. They could never stay mad long. As brothers went, they were more affectionate than most, but in a truly pure and wholesome way.

“By the way, I like your new swimsuit,” Dylan added. “And I am being serious.”

“Thanks,” Erik replied with a big smile.

Through the first three lawns Erik really wanted to get rid of the shorts. He could feel the suit on underneath and it was driving him wild. Finally at 1:00 PM he decided to take a lunch break. There was a park nearby where he would go running on some of the trails. He opted to head over there and have lunch. It did not have a pool or lake, but maybe he could find a spot to sit in the sun and get off the shorts.

Erik parked in the farthest lot in and found an area where there was a picnic table in the sun. He grabbed his cooler and headed over. It was just him, the other folks opted for the earlier parking areas. He knew this spot because the five mile trail started nearby. He knew that in the mid-day heat no one would be running. He sat at the table and ate his first sandwich and downed a can of soda. He had not amassed the courage to shed the shorts and was starting to convince himself it was a stupid idea. He had all the reasons why, he had no towel, it was hot, he’d look weird. Erik was about to pack it in when a surge of courage took control. He also had an idea.

“F--k it,” he thought. He slid off the shorts, climbed up onto the table and laid back, putting his shorts under where his suit met the table so he would not pull the fabric with the wood. He decided to position himself downward, forming a nice mound, he was still feeling the effects f his unfinished business from earlier. He laid back and closed his eyes. Not the most comfortable position, but at least he was doing it. And he liked the freedom he felt. All the while still a lot self conscious, and still really sexually charged, which caused his mound to swell to a more prominent bulge, the lycra outlining his anatomy as it wrapped between his legs.

Despite his need to just get on with his day, Erik stayed there for twenty or so minutes when he heard a car crunching the gravel lot. “Crap,” Erik thought. He decided to just stay there and act like it was no big deal. The car stopped and he heard a door open. Whoever it was, they were getting out. He listed as the footsteps walked across the gravel, but then they seemed to end. “Must be a walker heading to the trail,” Erik assumed.

“Nice day for laying out,” a male voice came out of nowhere,

Erik looked up to see the park ranger standing there. Not really a ranger, more like a park volunteer. But he had a cap that said “Ranger.” He was an older guy, probably 50 or so Erik figured. “Yeah, it is, a bit hot thought,” Erik replied.

“Look, I hate to bother you, you seem to be all relaxed, but I need you to do me a big favor,” the Ranger said.

“Sure”

“You can lay in the sun, but you can’t lay on the tables. I know it seems stupid, but that is the rules”

“Oh, sure, sorry,” Erik answered. He stood up and climbed off the table.

“There is a nice grassy area up there,” the Ranger pointed. “Probably more comfortable, too.”

“Okay, thanks,” Erik replied.

“Enjoy the day,” and the Ranger walked off.

Erik jumped off the table, held onto his shorts, grabbed his cooler and headed back to his car. He was proud of himself for staying. He got to the car and put his cooler on the floor of the passenger side front. He tossed his shorts on the seat and walked back around and got in. He buckled up and drove off to his next lawn to mow. He’d put the shorts on when he got there. Right now he was enjoying his being daring.
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Finally, it was the last yard. Erik always saved this as his last of the day. It was the a good family friend, the Cranmores. They has an amazing back yard with a built in pool. Mrs. Cranmore always left a towel out for Erik on mow day so he could jump in the pool. She usually would then come out with lemonade and snacks. Not the fake powder lemonade, the real thing. The only rule she had was that he had to rinse off with the hose before getting in. This week they were on vacation up in Maine, a trip they did several times each Summer. They had an awesome lake home up there. It was a hike, but Mr. C was a pilot and he would land right on the lake. They took Dylan and Erik last year, as they did not have children of their own. Erik smiled at the memories.

Erik quickly finished the front yard, including the trimming and sweeping. Usually he saved trimming and sweeping for after the whole yard was done, but today he had a different plan. Satisfied, he pushed the mower to the back. He unlocked the gate and entered the yard. It was totally private. A tall stockade fence blocked all views, but was redundant as there was not a house around them in back. Erik took off his shorts and threw them over the fence post. He grabbed the garden hose and rinsed off and jumped in the pool.

“Now I know why swimmers wear these,” Erik immediately thought as he felt the freedom of the water hitting all the uncovered parts of his body. No shorts floating around or filling with air. He really could not describe the feeling, but he liked it. It was like he was almost naked, which he really was, but for that 3 inch band of lycra. He took his hand and rubbed himself, feeling his bulge in the water. It was exhilarating and erotic. His youthful body quickly responded.

“Don’t get started, you got a lawn to finish” Eric thought to himself. He got out of the pool, admired how the suit clung to him almost as much as his running shorts did in water.

“Thanks Mrs. C,” he thought as he chuckled. She had remembered to place a giant beach towel and a small bag of cooked in a plastic bag on the lounger.

“Thanks Erik,” she wrote on the note. “Hope these are dry. Enjoy the cookies. You such a nice young man. Say hi to your family”

“She is so sweet” Erik thought.

Erik slipped back on his shoes, but left the shorts hanging. He looked around and felt totally secluded. He pulled the mower starter and began weaving his way through the yard, wearing nothing but shoes and his Navy and Gold swimsuit. He loved it. He was practically erect as he did it. Erik wound his way around the yard, stopping a couple times to hose himself down, letting the cold water wash over him and run down his chest and across his suit. He watched as the water parted around his bulge and ran a stream down both legs.

Erik mowed behind the shed. He was back there for several minutes, totally hidden. Erik took a little extra time back there to feel himself in the tight, damp suit. He rubbed his hand across the front and gently massaged himself until he was rock hard. He thought about going all the way, but instead he just wanted to tease himself. He resumed mowing and crossed back from behind the shed. As he did, he looked over to see Ben standing by the pool.

“Holy crap, dude” Ben said as he saw Erik. “What are you doing?”

Erik froze, speechless. Whatever aroused state he was in quickly disappeared. He finally responded, “It’s hot, so I have been jumping in and out of the pool.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Ben replied. “You sure wasted no time getting a Speedo. You look great in it, even if you are mowing the lawn.”

Erik went over to grab his shorts. He wasn’t sure what to do and he was trying to figure out Ben’s reaction. He pulled the shorts off the post when Ben stopped him.

“Dude, it’s fine, you can leave the shorts off,” Ben encouraged Erik. “I mean I wasn’t expecting to see you mowing the lawn in a blue Speedo, but hey…” Ben trailed off with a shrug. Ben actually liked what he saw, and he could feel himself responding to it. “I was driving by and saw your car, thought I’d swing in and see if you want to hang out later.”

“Hey, I am almost done and they are not home. They don’t mind if I jump in the pool. Want to hang tight for a few and we can take a swim?” Erik asked.

“I don’t have anything to swim in” Ben replied. “I’d actually love to.”

“You got your running bag? Throw on a pair of running shorts. You can change back here, it’s really private.”

Ben stood there, looking at Erik. It was an awkward pause as Ben debated what to do. Erik looked so cute, and practically naked. Ben was wearing his work uniform, blue cotton shorts that went almost to his knees and a white polo shirt with the logo of the country club where we he worked part time tending to golf carts and other odd jobs.

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