First Summer....

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Erik and Ben both loved running on the beach; the chance to run barefoot along the surf, at a nice easy pace, sweat dripping down their chests. After their fitful, somewhat erotic nap, that really only accomplished making themselves more sexually charged, the two took a quick jump into the water and then set off heading south down the beach. They started at a very slow pace, getting the kinks out. Erik pulled out the strings from inside his suit, not for any particular reason, other than he thought they looked cool swinging as they ran. As they set off, they again captured the curiosity of the guys next to them on the beach. There was a bit of discussion on what Ben and Erik’s story was. About half were convinced that they were probably just two straight guys who were hanging out together, while the rest were certain there was more to the story. They watched as the two Speedo clad, cute guys headed down the beach.

“It’s amazing how much more free I feel in this than running shorts” Erik said to Ben, referring to his swimsuit. “And our shorts are really not much longer.”

“Maybe we should tell coach that we should run in swimsuits from now on,” Ben replied.

“That would be cool,” Erik replied. “But it would look funny in winter.”

“How far should we go?” Ben queried.

“Let’s see how we feel at half an hour and decide. Whatever we do, we have to run back, too”

“Cool” Ben replied.

“I stuck $10 in my waist in case we want to get a drink along the way” Erik added. Sure enough the top of a ten dollar bill was sticking out of his waist band on his right side. He looked like a male stripper holding his tips.

As they went along, they gradually picked up the pace. As runners on the beach go, they were clearly much faster and far more serious about it than most. The more south they got, the more crowded the beach became. They passed by a group of girls, probably mid-teens, who cheered them on as they ran by. Erik smiled at them and gave them a high five sign. The sweat rolling off Erik’s chest kept the front of his suit soaked, while the sides were dry. The red material showed a clear contrast between the dry parts and the wet parts, accentuating his frontal bulge.

“I know a cool spot we can stop and grab a drink” Erik said, as they approached thirty minutes. “It’s probably another ten minutes,” he added. “You good?”

“Good” Ben replied.

They arrived at the main part of the beach, which was packed, at about 45 minutes. They slowed to a walk and headed off the sand and up to the boardwalk. They found a bench and Ben took claim to it, while Erik went to buy them some waters. They both leaned back on the bench, waters in hand, enjoying the view. They each checked out the guys on the beach. While Speedo suits were not the choice of most guys, they were not uncommon, either. The rest of the guys mostly wore swim shorts, but even these were short enough.

“That was an awesome run” Ben offered up. He was looking at Erik’s bulging suit as he said so. Erik’s anatomy had slipped to the left, and was clearly outlined by the wet material. Ben reached over and rubbed Erik’s upper leg. “That red suit looks great on you.” Erik felt himself get a twinge of arousal.

“Remember we got to run back, now” Erik replied as he rested, legs stretching out. He did nothing to remove Ben’s hand. Truth was he was enjoying it. They sat quietly for a few minutes watching the beach. Erik slipped his right hand on Ben’s back, just above his waistband. It was as if they became immersed in their own world amongst the aura of the crowded beach and the almost hot day. Ben slid his hand higher and higher up Erik’s leg. Erik moved his leg closer to Ben, slightly bent at the knee.

Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to the two of them, as their minds turned from water and a running break to the joy of each other. In his own thoughts, Erik just wanted to roll over and embrace Ben and let nature take its course. The two of them were making their desires with each other very clear, but there was a time and a place. This was probably neither. As much as his mind knew that, his body was taking on thoughts of its own. He began to swell in his swimsuit.

Ben’s hand slid up the leg and Ben continued right between the legs and up across the front of Erik’s suit, sliding along the outline of Erik’s anatomy. In an instant, Erik went from merely swelling, to fully hard. Ben reversed his course sliding his hand back down along the suit and onto Erik’s upper thigh. Erik froze in place as he felt himself react, glancing down to see himself fully on display in the tiny red suit. Ben was hard, as well, but not as much as Erik. .

“F..K dude,” Erik whispered to Ben as he sat straight up, bending over himself at his waist. “You are making me hard as a rock. I can’t even stand up”

“Maybe we better go in the water,” Ben said.

Erik looked totally perplexed. “Yeah, but I can’t walk there like this.” He said. “Look at me.” Erik was hoping it would quickly calm down, but the tightness of the suit and the feeling he had was not letting that happen.

“Sorry man,” Ben said. “I guess I got carried away.”

“No, you were fine,” Erik replied. “Obviously I liked it.” Erik bent back over and wiggled his legs back and forth. He stayed as hard as ever, trapped in just that straining red and white suit. “Oh man, please” he thought to himself as he felt his manhood push against the tight lycra fabric. As much as he tried to calm down, the feeling of the suit on his sensually aroused anatomy kept him erect. He could feel his body wanting to take it further.

“You okay, man” Ben said.

“I can’t stop it,” Erik replied. “I might shoot off right here,” Erik added emphatically. Realizing that his effort was not making things better, Erik just stood up, displaying his tight suit and erect anatomy. He had no choice but to bolt to the water.

“See you in the water,” Eric proclaimed as he dashed off the boardwalk and did not stop until he was up to his waist in the cool ocean surf. Whatever people saw of him would have been a quick blur. Thankfully he made it in time. The last thing he wanted was to blow up inside his suit, at least not yet. He dunked down in the water and opened his waistband to allow the cold water to make its way inside. He felt his arousal ease.

Ben followed, tossing the water bottles as he passed a receptacle. He joined Erik in the water, running right up behind him and grabbing him around the waist. The cool water was helping both of them, but especially Erik. They stayed in the water for at least fifteen minutes, jumping waves and diving under them, as control came back over Erik. Every so often they would hang onto each other, but in a less obvious way and erotic way.

“Oh man, that was close,” Erik said to Ben.

“Man that lycra material does show all” Ben said to Erik as they walked out.

“Yeah, it does,” Erik replied. “But I like how it feels, as you can tell.”

“And how it looks,” Ben teased back. “Well, at least I do.”

They finally emerged from the water. Erik was not fully back to normal, nor would he be the rest of the day, but at least he had regained his control. Each passing event was making him more and more aroused and ready. His suit would feel and look more filled out the rest of the day, as his body waited the next opportunity to go all the way. Ben was in a similar state of mind.

To be continued....

[solarguy]

This is a great story! I feel as though I'm right here with the guys. Thank you and Happy New year!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Writers note: You will see a cameo appearance of two characters from prior stories... interesting to see if you know who they are...

Joe and Bill were two older guys, closer to retirement, who owned a condo at the beach. They had been together for years. Each day they walked the beach. Joe wore a navy blue nylon swimsuit, not quite as small as a brief, but not as large as a square cut. Joe was a diver in college and he still did some diving, but not as much and not as elaborate. However, he swam daily. Their permanent home was about two hours away, in the same city Ben and Erik lived. Joe was a huge fan of the university swim team back home, rarely missing a swim meet. Joe loved the art of swimming and diving. While he was more attuned to the men’s swimming, he also watched closely the ladies team. Bill was in a form fitting Jantzen suit, with much longer sides. It had a variety of colors from red to blue to green on it. Bill was not as into the sports as Joe, more of the artist than the sports fan. The two complimented each other nicely.

The two were about a mile into their walk, holding hands as they strolled along the surf. Joe heard the footsteps fast approaching them from behind. Bill and he stopped and turned, seeing Ben and Erik running up behind them. They were both about ankle deep in the water, splashing as they went.

“My, aren’t they handsome young men” Joe said to Bill as they approached.

“Yes, they are. That’s what our sons would look like,” Bill replied. Both Joe and Bill never had children, the world was not at the point where two guys could adopt. So, they were left to vicariously adopt in their minds, which they did so frequently on their weekend stays at the condo.

“I love that they are running in their swimsuits, really shows off their muscular legs,” Joe observed to Bill.

“Hi guys,” Bill said as the two passed,

Ben and Erik both acknowledged them with a wave as they slowed to not splash them. Once past them, they resumed their strong pace. Erik was pushing Ben a bit on the run, Erik being the longer distance guy.

“Must be swimmers in school,” Bill answered Joe’s earlier observation on swimsuits.

“You know, I am not sure,” Joe said. “I am guessing running team, the guy in red is really lean up top. Built like a serious runner. The shorter guy could be a swimmer.”

“Well, either way, they are nice looking guys,” Bill answered.

“Bet they get all the ladies they want.” Joe replied. They both chuckled, as they followed the same route as the two runners, albeit at a more leisurely pace.

“Who knows,” Bill replied. “They could be like us.”


It was shortly after lunch when Erik and Ben’s run got them back to their spot. The gang of eight was much more active now. They had a volleyball game going, four on four. It was clear they had broken into the stash of beer they brought out. The two Speedo wearers were on the same team, a third guy in a short square cut was also on that team. The long shorts guy, he one in the Birdwell’s, was on the same team, which made for interesting contrast. It was not clear which team was winning, but from the excitement it was clear that they were keeping score.

“That shorts dude can really play,” Ben said as the two stood and watched. “Watch him when he gets the chance to spike.” Sure as Ben said it, he had this amazing vertical leap and he sent the ball crashing into the sand of the opposing team. He was also seriously fit, and looked amazing with his tight stomach and defined pecs. Too bad he wore those long shorts, both guys were thinking.

“He seriously must play college,” Erik stated.

Not to be outdone, Ben and Erik grabbed their Frisbee and went out to the surf to start their own game. Ben tossed the first pass, sending Erik leaping up to catch it. Erik came splashing down into the surf. He returned the pass, which went high over Ben’s head, sending him scurrying down the beach to retrieve it. Erik smiled as Ben’s tight butt shot down the beach.

They resumed play. Each time Erik jumped up, Ben watched the exposed strings of his suit flail in the wind. Ben liked the look so much, he pulled his strings free. The white strings against the black made them stand out even more than the strings against Erik’s red. They both really liked seeing each other leaping in the air, legs extended in some way, showing off the strength of their bodies and their physiques. Ben intentionally threw the net pass out into the water, watching Erik rush after it, diving into the surf to catch it. Erik splashed hard into the water, grabbing the Frisbee. He threw the Frisbee back at Ben as he headed back to the shore, once again his suit soaked and clinging.

“Nice catch,” they both heard a voice say. They turned to see one of the two Speedo clad swimmers from the group walking toward them. The volleyball game had stopped, and most of the group had returned to their towels. “Mind if I join you guys? You look like you are having fun.”

“Not at all,” Erik replied.

“I’m Chris,” he reached out his hand. Ben came over and they all shook. “Nice swimsuits,” he added.

Chris was wearing an Arena brand suit that was black with red, blue and green bands running across the front. He looked amazing in it, and he filled it out really well. He had really tight ab muscles and strong shoulders. His hair was a medium brown with copper colored eyes. He was not as tall as Erik, but taller than Ben, probably 6’1”. What was really interesting is he had an incredibly long torso, which was where he got his height, not in his legs.

After the intros, Ben jogged backwards on the beach and tossed the Frisbee to Chris. The three of them hit is off really well. They hadn’t learned anything about each other, but for names and the fact that they all clearly liked the same type of swimsuits. They played Frisbee for the next 45 minutes or so, three very hot guys in really incredible swimsuits.


“What would you say if a guy told you that he really liked you?” Ben asked Erik as they meandered alone up the beach after the Frisbee game.

“I don’t know, I think I’d be okay with it,” Erik replied.

“I don’t mean like, I mean really liked you,” Ben added with emphasis on the second half. “You know like you turned him on.”

“Hmmm, “ Erik paused. “It really depends on who it is. What about you? What if someone, another guy, was into you in a big way?”

“I’ve been thinking about that lately,” Ben replied.

As they went more north, the beach became more and more deserted. They walked in silence for a while. Erik reached over and took Ben’s hand. They were alone on the beach as far as they could see. They both looked at each other, deeply into their eyes and smiled.

“You know, Ben, I know this all seems to be happening so fast, but I really am attracted to you,” Erik finally said. “I never expected it, but lately it is all I think about.”

“Especially since the pool,” Ben responded, tightening his clasp on Erik’s hand. A sense of relief came over him now that it was out in the open. Erik felt the same sense, as well. They stopped and embraced, two Speedo guys alone on a beach, enjoying the touch of each other. Their relationship had just taken a monumental leap. They felt themselves against each other, just as they had in the pool, but this time they enjoyed the sensation. Erik quickly responded, Ben feeling his response. Slowly they separated, both very aroused, They walked further and talked more. They enjoyed one of the deepest, most thought provoking conversations of their young lives. Their friendship was tested and it passed . Other than their very erotic hug, nothing sexual happened, it was so much deeper than that. To where they were going they did not know, but they were going to follow this relationship wherever it took them.


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[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Eight names to remember. “Who thought this was a test,” wondered Erik and Ben. When the two guys got back from their walk up the beach, Chris asked if they’d like to join the volleyball effort. The gang had dug deep into the beer stash. Chris offered them each one, which they both accepted. The cold beer felt very refreshing.

Patrick was the other swimmer in a Speedo. His was a printed pattern, also made of lycra and it fit him snugly. He had amazing blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked like he walked right out of a California beach advertisement, the poster perfect California male, except that he was not from California. He was less outgoing than Chris, but it quickly became clear Chris and he were more than just casual friends. As they formed teams, Patrick stood next to Chris and rubbed his butt the whole time. Chris was enjoying Patrick’s affection. As they stood there, Patrick stepped in close to Chris, rubbing himself against Chris’s upper leg.

“Speedo guys versus shorts,” one of the guys proposed, referring to any of the guys in swim briefs. With the four guys in swim briefs and the square cut guy, the math worked out. The down side was the spiker in shorts was against them. The shorts team won the first serve. They built a quick 5 – 1 lead, largely off the power of the spiking dude. With that, the trash talk began between the team.

“Guys, we gotta get control of this game,” Chris said as they huddled. Five guys in form fitting swimwear all nestled in a circle. It was quite the sight to behold. They decided that they needed to attack the spikes more.

“They are gonna f..king hurt,” said Ben to Erik, referring to the spikes. As the guys in front, they needed to get tough.

The game took a huge turn, and was tied up at 8 to 8, playing to 21. It stayed neck and neck through the next ten pairs of scores, now tied at 18 up. The spiker guy was losing some of his power, either that or the beer was making him mellow. It was 20 up, Speedo team had the serve. Need to win by 2, which meant they were going at least to 22. Erik did a leap serve and the ball sailed over the net. A guy in really short Jantzen swim shorts jumped high and returned it, which was a break since the serve was clearly going out of bounds. The ball landed squarely in Chris’s hands as he drove it to the front line. Patrick set up a high ball, which gave Ben the chance to drive a hard spike. Score.

Erik repeated the leap serve, but hit it softer. It dropped mid court, picked up by the same Jantzen shorts. He set the ball up for the spike. Birdwell shorts guy lifts off his feet to slam the spike, He drives it hard toward the sand. Erik and Chris dive for it. Erik’s hands clasped tightly, he stops the spike, sending the ball back up. Square cut volleys it over. The shorts team was so certain that the spike was the final play they were not ready. The ball lands square on the sand. Game over at 22 to 20. Speedo team wins.

The gang played a three game set, Speedo team won the first and third games.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Writers note: This segment is very graphic, please beware if you prefer not to read graphic content. Btw, all characters are over the age of 18.

Despite the offer from the guys to stay over and hit the town, Erik and Ben opted to spend some more time on the beach before hitting the road home. They all exchanged names and phone numbers and agreed to meet again sometime. Hugs and handshakes all around. It was nearing 5PM and the gang started to head back to their beach house, leaving the beach to the Ben and Erik. It was still warm, and the sun was still high in the sky. Ben and Erik adjusted their towels to maximize the remaining sun and they laid down side by side.

“That was fun,” Ben said as he reached over and took Erik’s hand.

“Yes it was,” Erik replied.

Eyes closed, they laid quietly for about thirty minutes. This far up, the beach was deserted and they were nestled behind the dunes, not visible to the oceanfront homes. Ben was still lying on his back, the pent up sexual energy was stirring within him. Erik rolled on his side to face Ben. “You look cute,” Erik whispered. Ben’s strings were still hanging out of his suit, laying over the front of him. Erik started to play with the strings with his finger. Ben looked at him and smiled. Ben slid his hand up and between Erik’s legs.

As they laid there, Erik started to rub Ben’s chest, across his nipples, teasing him there. He slid his hand down along Ben’s chest and abs. Ben was firm and tight, his abs solid. Erik watched as Ben started to grow inside the suit, enjoying watching his body respond to the stimulation of touch. He stopped for a few a minute as a young couple passed by, the first they had seen since the guys left. Once past, Erik resumed his exploration. His hand venturing further down Ben’s abdomen, playing with his belly button, then along the top of his swimsuit waist band, again playing with his strings.

“Oh man, Erik, you are driving me wild,” Ben said softly to Erik. Ben’s hand between Erik’s legs was doing the same to Erik, as Ben gently massaged the against the small band of material between Erik’s legs.

“Just enjoy it,” Erik whispered back. Ben was now fully erect in the suit, which was clear by the size of the mountain his suit was forming. Ben was positioned down, so as he grew he was forming a nice round bulge, the outline of his manhood growing more clear against the black nylon material.

Erik slid his hand down and across the mound, gently massaging it and feeling the outline of Ben within his hand. He followed the outline as it wrapped between his legs. He teased the furthest point with his fingers. Ben moaned as he kept growing inside the suit. The bend of his erection as it was held down by the material was making Ben all that much more aroused.

“Holy sh.t,” Ben said. He groaned a bit.

Erik slowed, teasing Ben, letting his anticipation build.

“Oh man, please don’t stop now,” Ben pleaded. Erik felt Ben’s body stiffen a bit as he tried to hold back. Ben felt his juices start to flow inside. That last surge of hardness was entering him, his manhood wanting to rip through the material. Ben took Erik’s hand and placed it on his bulge. “Please,” Ben said.

Erik slowly rubbed Ben’s suit, working his way along all of Ben.

“I can’t stop,” said Ben. Erik felt the first thrust as Ben exploded inside the suit. The wetness of Ben’s action flowing down between his legs. As he exploded, Ben clasped onto Erik’s own anatomy between his legs. He could feel that Ben was also rock hard.

“Dude, sorry about messing up your swimsuit,” Ben said as his body finished its pulsations.

Erik did not respond, he was too into his own situation, enjoying the grip Ben had on him. Erik rolled onto his back, letting Ben’s hand slip free. Erik was positioned up, which gave his bulging suit a different look from Ben’s mound. Erik was solid inside the tight suit, his anatomy clearly outlined as if laid pointing up at his chest, held back by the tightly tied waist. Ben laid next to him, catching his breath, his own body calming down within the wet and sticky suit.

Another cluster of folks ventured by, Erik giving them quite the show, if they looked. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, as if that made it better. Ben snickered at the thought of Ben laying there with a clear boner in his red and white swimsuit. After they went by, Ben rolled over onto his side to face Erik. He took his hand up Erik’s leg.

“Your turn” Ben said to Erik.

“It’s okay,” Erik replied. His body, however, was sending a response clearly different. Erik reached up and adjusted his position to the left, giving himself room to grow. He quickly took advantage of the added space.

Ben glanced up and down the coast, seeing nobody near. He slid his hand up and over Erik, playing with his chest and abs. He rubbed down his middle abdomen and massaged the end of his bulging anatomy. Erik did not think he could get any more hard, but he did.

“Oh wow, “ Erik moaned as he pressed himself into Erik’s hand. “I’ve never been this hard in my life,” he added. Erik was in total ecstasy, enjoying the feeling of his aroused state. As much as he wanted to let go, he suppressed the urge, letting his body continue to respond to the pleasures Ben was giving him. He loved the feeling of being rock hard.

“Dude, you got amazing control,” Ben expressed. Erik moaned in response as he pushed his body into suppression. Minutes went by as Ben continued to stimulate Erik. Finally, Erik decided to let his body do what he so badly needed. Ben gently teased Erik, pressing his fingers along each side of the outline of his manhood, which made Erik shiver with excitement. Erik wanted to explode so bad, his body remained hard and stiff, but he did not yet feel the juices within him flowing.

“Ben, please, help me,” Erik softly whispered. “Oh my, oh my”

Several minutes more passed as Erik tried to reach climax, his body getting more and more aroused, but he was not achieving the goal. Two guys walking the beach were getting too close.

“Roll over,” Ben said. “People coming.”

“Sh.t,” said Erik as he rolled over, feeling his hardness pressed between him and the towel. He bit the towel with excitement. “Oh crap, something’s wrong, I can’t get myself to shoot,” Erik pleaded to Ben. He pressed against his hardness into the sand as the guys went by. As hard as he tried, he was frozen into a state of rock hard erection. His mind pleading internally with his body to bring him to release. Even harder now than ever before, Erik rolled back over. Ben laid his head on Erik’s chest and further massaged the front of him. Erik kept moaning. He pressed hard into Ben’s hand each time he rubbed.

“Oh Ben, please, please” Erik whispered between groans. Ben was not sure what to do. Erik looked so beyond aroused. He slid his hand down and rubbed Erik’s legs and then his abs, then back onto his suit. He felt Erik’s body shaking in excitement and desire. Erik moaned louder as he tried to get himself to explode.

“Ben please, work me,” Erik urged as he became more animated. Finally, Erik stiffened as he started to feel the surge within his balls. “Oh thank goodness” he thought to himself as he could feel himself get that last push of steel erection. He grabbed Ben’s hand and held it on himself, pressing up into it. He worked himself in the hand. Ben found this very arousing, and despite having just finished he started getting hard again, himself.

“Work me Ben,” Erik said quietly. As Ben did, Erik burst through with the first surge, as Ben held him, feeling the pulsation of Erik’s body. The surges kept coming as Erik laid there, his body thrusting with each pulse. Ben now sitting next to him watched as Erik finally achieved release. It was quite erotic.

“Dude, you really had me worried, “ Ben said.

“You? I thought I was never going to let go.” Erik said between sucking in air. The front of his suit was soaked as his body still was letting the last of himself go. “Oh man, that was amazing.”

The two guys rolled onto their stomachs and laid there, watching the surf. Their suits were both soaked, but they did not seem to mind. The warm sun felt good. They took it all in.

“Probably should get going soon” Erik said.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Ben replied.

Patrick and Chris had been sitting up in the dunes, not intentionally watching Ben and Erik, rather enjoying a private moment themselves. They smiled at each other. They were right all along about the two new friends. They would never tell them that they saw the whole thing. It was not long ago they were at the same point. They quietly went back to the house and joined the rest of the guys. Ben and Erik took one more swim in the ocean. This time they got deep enough to shed the suits and give them a good washing, letting the salt water flush them out. They enjoyed the sensation of being in the water naked, suits in hand. Erik and Ben each checked the other out, their anatomy floating in the water. They stayed out there for quite a while. Finally they slipped their fully rinsed and clean suits back on and headed home.

“Quite the day,” they both thought. Quite the day.

[a speedo minded guy]

STS, not sure how you can keep writing these highly erotic but very touching stories. Wonderful. Keep up the great work.

[pburks1]

You really should look into getting all these published. They're great!

[Swimmboy]

Very hot and erotic, as well as sentimental. Love that Erik and Ben finally brought each other to a needed release.
Now, the older guys - wasn't Joe the name of the man from your earlier story who had a crush on the young swimmer and took him to stay with him at the beach condo?