First Summer....

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

They guys docked the Pontoon boat at Jack and MaryBeth’s home. Rex bounded off first, called by Jack. Greeted with treats and an embrace of affection around his head, Rex was all excited and danced around the group. MaryBeth was inside watching the commotion as she quickly prepared the serving tray of sandwiches she had made for the “boys,” as she called them. “That’s funny,” she thought to herself as she watched the guys standing with Jack. “I could have sworn that Brad had on the orange swimsuit earlier.” Just as predicted, MaryBeth had a perplexed look on her face, but no one got to see it.

“Jack, dear,” MaryBeth yelled out the window. “I could use some help.” Jack dutifully responded, and Erik followed. The rest of the guys gathered stuff off the boat and generally tidies it up a bit.

“What can we do?” Jack asked as the two entered the house. Jack was wearing the most amazing powder blue and white print swimsuit. It was a bit more revealing than the more traditional racer style suits he wore. MaryBeth had picked it out on her own, knowing he would look amazingly sexy in it. He did not wear it often, its narrow sides made him feel a bit uncomfortable, but she urged him after the guys left this morning. Not only was it narrow, but it also seemed like it really outlined his package with exceptional detail. It clearly answered the circumcised question. MaryBeth loved Jack in the suit, it made her all tingly inside watching him.

“Grab the glasses and tea,” she answered. “Erik can you grab the tray of cookies, I made your favorite chocolate chip turtle cookies.”

“Oh cool, thank you so much,” Erik replied. He was beaming with anticipation. Her turtle cookies were absolutely scrumptious. “Maybe I’ll hide these,” he teased.

“Don’t worry, sweet, I hid a few for you,” MaryBeth reassured him. She eyed Erik in the tiny yellow swimsuit. She thought he was the most sweet and handsome young man of the bunch, and secretly she thought he was the most attractive in the more manly sections. He could fill out a swimsuit nicely. She did not have impure thoughts, but a lady looks at things. She liked to admire the male body, especially nice looking ones like Jack, Erik and the three other guys. “Erik, didn’t you earlier have on the swimsuit Ben is wearing?” MaryBeth asked.

Erik blushed a deep red. “Yeah,” he sheepishly replied. “We kind of traded,” he added softly, almost embarrassed about it.

MaryBeth laughed. “That is so cute,” she replied.

“Damn, I never even noticed,” Jack chimed in.

“Of course you didn’t, dear,” she teased. “I could paint the house purple and he’d never even pick up on it.” She added, directed at Erik.

“I hope you guys are hungry,” Jack said as he put the tea down on the large deck table overlooking the lake. MaryBeth followed with the array of sandwiches, far more than they could eat.

“But no one gets cookies except for me,” Erik added as he put the tray down.

“I love how you guys traded swimsuits,” MaryBeth offered to the group. “I thought only girls did stuff like that…” she trailed off.

“Yeah, we were all jealous of each other’s,” Brad replied.

“Especially Brad’s sweet Speedo,” Ben weighed into the conversation. Brad blushed.

“Well, you all look cute,” MaryBeth replied as they all started eating lunch. A silence passed over the table as the guys devoured most of the sandwiches and chips. Erik, immediately following, ate three cookies and took two more and put them aside. He was forthright in his hording, which made MaryBeth feel special as the baker.

“Now I feel fat,” Erik said after the third cookie.

“Yeah, dude, your swimsuit looks a little tight,” Ben replied, which made the whole table laugh.

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Erik told MaryBeth to sit, while he and Ben cleaned everything up. She appreciated that, and even commented on the pleasure of watching two swimsuit wearing handsome young men doing chores. The two gathered all the trays and left over food. Erik returned to wash down the table, before heading in to help Ben in the kitchen. The other three guys mapped out a flight plan for the afternoon air plane ride. Jack was always very diligent to file a flight plan with someone, just in case. Rarely did he ever deviate from whatever plan he filed.

Erik brought in the last of the items from the table, Ben already well into cleaning up the dishes. Ben looked stunning standing at the sink doing dishes, his tightly packaged swimsuit almost resting against the counter. Erik came up behind him, set down the remaining items and embraced him from the back side, Erik’s bulge pressed against Ben’s bubble butt. Erik, reached across Ben’s chest and played with him pecs, and tickled his nipples. Ben almost exploded right there. In fact, both of them almost did.

“Let me quickly finish these,” Ben asked as Erik continued to tease him.

“If you must,” Erik replied, separating from his friend. “I’ll do the drying and put them away, he added. Erik stepped to Ben’s right, grabbing a towel. Ben eyed Erik’s anatomy as he did, the clear outline of his erect organ visible in the tiny yellow suit.

They remained alone in the kitchen, finishing up the chores, teasing each other a bit with playful touches and quick hugs. Out the window, they could see MaryBeth had taken position on a lounger on the dock, while to guys were still huddled with a map around the table. Erik and Ben quickly wrapped up the work and seized the quiet solitude for a chance to really embrace and have a romantic moment. They had all kinds of pent up desire from the beach. They entangled themselves into each other in a deep, romantic hug and sensual touches. Erik felt Ben’s anatomy becoming more and more rigid as it rubbed against Erik’s legs and groin. Erik’s was doing the same.

“Oh man, this feels wonderful,” Ben whispered as Erik and he went into a more arousing deeper interlude. Both of them letting caution go to the wind, they had quickly brought themselves close to the point of no return, and they showed no sign of letting up. Ben, in particular, was totally into the surges and sensations pulsating through his body, the tight swimsuit giving him extra arousal as he grew more and more firm inside it. It was beyond tantalizing, and extremely erotic. As Ben let Erik rub against him, he could feel Ben moving well beyond just a romantic moment, Ben’s breathing was lustful and he was quietly moaning in sexual pleasure.

“Slow down, cowboy,” Erik urged Ben as he tried to back off the embrace, but Ben held close.

“I know, he said, but…” Ben trailed off. Ben had crossed well beyond the point where he had any ability to maintain control, his swimsuit was bulging with his fully engorged anatomy. Ben felt his balls start to thrust as his body began the final stages of stimulation. As much as may have wanted he could not help stop what was about to happen. Erik felt the pulsations in Ben, too, as he held him.

“Dude…” Erik said as he held Ben. Ben was shaking in his arms, struggling to not let himself erupt. He stepped back from Erik, grabbing at his bulging suit. “Please….” Ben pleaded with himself.

“Oh fu-k,” Ben said as his body took total control. “Oh man…” he added. It was a powerful display of the body hitting the peak of stimulation as Ben’s pelvis thrust with each surge. Ben and Erik’s attention had been diverted from the window and they did not see MaryBeth get up from the lounger. As Ben started to calm, they were both started by the sliding glass door opening.

“How you guys doing in here?” MaryBeth asked. Erik stood in full view, his protruding bulge displaying clearly his aroused state. Ben’s suit was both bulging and clearly saturated. Ben quickly slid behind the counter, hiding the lower half of his body as close to the counter as he could. Erik quickly turned and grabbed a towel, holding at lower in front of him.

“Just finishing up,” Erik replied. “Ben just wiped the counter and I was finishing up putting stuff away.”

“I need to go wash up,” Ben added, as he quickly turned away and headed toward the bathroom. “ I spilled some ice team all over the front of me,” he added, just in case she had seen his soaked swimsuit. Erik chuckled at the little lie.

“You sure it was tea?” Erik added.

“That might stain your suit,” MaryBeth warned. “Let me get you some laundry soap. You should take that suit off and wash it out real good.” Erik about burst into laughter. She made Ben wait for her to get a small cup of blue liquid. Erik fidgeted in the wet suit, now fully exposed and unable to hide behind the counter.

Luckily, Erik’s body quickly went back to normal. MaryBeth complimented him on being so polite and washing up the dishes. They could hear Ben running water in the bathroom. She did not say a word about what she might have seen, but she knew that more than just dishes had gone on between the two handsome young men.

“Oh, let me show you where your secret stash of cookies is…” MaryBeth said just before heading back out. She revealed a small cookie jar in one of the cupboards, hidden inside were six more cookies. “Now these are just for you, unless you want to share them…” she smiled and gave Erik a small pat on his shoulder and rubbed his back.

“You are too nice,” Erik replied.

[shaulis]

STS,
Wow what a chapter. MaryBeth saw much more of what occured between Erik and Ben than she will admit to them. Erik and Ben let their urges take over almost getting caught. Their cover story seems to have worked this time. Thank you for this chapter in your great story. I cant wait for the next chapter

[Dooley67]

Another great hot chapter STS. I don't know how you turn these stories out so quickly, so beautifully written and with such ability to focus on a different character or set of characters each time. You really developed Mary Beth in this chapter as a woman who likes what she sees and says it. I like that you had Jack's suit looking more like the boys' suits and that Mary Beth picked it out for him - she knows what she wants and goes after it.

D67

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Brad had watched Jack land and take off on the lake a million times, but he had never been in a small plane before, except for the commuter flights out of Presque Isle. Certainly nothing this small and never on the water. The four guys had pulled T-shirts on over their swimsuits, while Jack put on a pair of Op brand shorts over his light blue brief. Since he was the novice, Brad got to go up front, Dylan right behind him. Erik was next to Dylan and Ben took the smaller seat in the far back. The takeoff had been calm and gentle, the lake like glass. The Cessna lifted off with barely a jostle and climbed quickly over the western hills. The sky was bright blue with a full sun.

“Perfect climb out,” Jack said. Brad enjoyed the view from the air, especially since he knew exactly where they were. “A cold front is expected to roll in in later, with gusty winds,” Jack warned.

“Is that bad?” Brad asked.

“Depends,” Jack replied. “We’ll just keep an eye on it and make sure we get down before it gets here. Plenty of time.” Far off in the western sky they could just barely make out the band of clouds of the approaching front. It was moving slow and at least 50 miles away.

The guys circled the lake. Jack flew above the house and tilted the wings, a signal to MaryBeth that all was well. They turned south over Maine Route 11 and crossed over Hedgehog Mountain, which was really just a huge hill. They crested the mountain and flew along another lake, making their way down the Fish River band of lakes dotted the eastern edge of the great North Maine Woods. In the wilderness of Fish Lake, they saw a pair of moose. Jack circled and dropped low so they could take in the Moose. Little known fact of Maine is that it is second only to Alaska in moose population in the states.

Jack climbed back to 1500 feet and turned southeast. They picked back up Route 11 again. Once they were over Ashland, they cut across to the east and followed the Aroostook River toward Presque Isle.

“Dudes, that’s Haystack, we should go climb that,” Brad pointed out excitedly. A small mountain rose out of the ridge just before Mapleton. More of rocky pile of debris from the ice age, Haystack is a well-known local point of interest for local hikers. “I’ve climbed it and laid out in the sun on top,” Brad added. It is so peaceful and what a view.”

“Let’s circle it,” Jack offered as he guided the plane in a loop around it. “Brad you take the controls,” Jack offered. As Jack gave direction, Brad flew the plane around the tiny peak. They then continued east, crossing the vast potato farms that sustained the local economy.

Above Caribou, Jack stayed a wide distance from Loring Air Force Base, a restricted fly zone. He climbed to 200 feet as they made their way toward the US and Canada border. The guys were mesmerized by the huge cargo transports making landings at the base. By the time the guys made their loop, including watching air cargo planes land at Loring Air Force Base, the winds were just starting to pick up out of the west. The temp had dropped 5 degrees, marking the entry of colder air. The plane was hitting some chop, making the ride a little more eventful with mild turbulence. Jack seemed unfazed. Ben held his crotch, a posture he took whenever he started to get nervous or excited.

“Getting bumpy,” Ben announced to anyone who was listening.

“Dude, just keep rubbing your balls, we’re fine,” teased Erik, referring to Ben’s nervous habit. “Just don’t get carried away.”

“You wait…” Ben replied.

“I am going to start to head back,” Jack announced. “The front is getting close and we need to get down before the lake gets too wild.” They had crossed over Fort Kent and headed across the village of Alligash, the start of the famous Alligash waterway. Canoe groups dotted the waterway as they flew south, over the northern tip of the undeveloped land mass that is northwestern Maine. An hour and fifteen minutes after they took off, they crossed back over their home lake, Jack descending to 1000 feet as he flew east past the lake and looped around. The plane bounced through the near 360 degree turn. The once blue sky was now pale grey, with the clouds of the cold front rumbling in.

“Water is getting rough,” Jack warned. For the first time, the guys felt a bit of nervousness in Jack’s voice.

“Are we okay,” Dylan asked, having picked up Jack’s tension.

“Yeah, fine,” Jack replied. “It will just be eventful, but we are cutting it close with the wind.” None of that calmed the guys. Even ever confident Dylan gave his brother a frightened glance. The wind was gusty, the plane bouncing as Jack worked to hold his landing point in line. Dylan felt weird sitting in a bouncing plane in a swimsuit. The wings wobbled side to side as the plane descended to 500 feet. The lower they got, the bumpier the flight became, the effect of the wind squeezing between hills. Jack held altitude as the plane crossed the eastern shore, over the secluded beach.
“Hey that’s where we were earlier,” Dylan announced. Erik looked out, but Brad and Ben were too focused on the bouncing plane to care.

“That’s an awesome little beach,” Erik said back to Dylan.

Ben grabbed Erik’s shoulder. He held tight. Ben was terrified, and Erik could feel him shaking. “Everything is fine,” Erik tried to reassure Ben.

“Everything is good, guys,” Jack said, hearing Ben’s concern. None of the usual banter was going on. About a mile down the lake, the plane bouncing, Jack lowered the power, further adjusted the flaps and guided the plane downward. The waves were rough on the water and the plane was being battered by the gusts. “Almost there….” Jack announced. Brad was frozen in place. None of the guys were thinking about swimsuits. From the windows, it looked as if they were just skimming the water. About 100 feet off the water, the plane was tossed by a huge gust, even Jack was surprised.

“Damn,” Jack exclaimed. The gust had pushed him well off line. Jack made the immediate critical decision and quickly throttled up, pulled the flaps back in. “We are going to abort,” Jack announced. The plane skimmed 75 feet over the lake and quickly started climbing. The engine roared. The plane was rocking hard on the climb out.

“I think I almost pee’d myself,” Ben whispered to Erik.

“Pee, I almost did worse,” Erik replied.

“What do we do now,” Brad asked.

“Well, we’ll try again, but if we can’t get down here, we abort to PQI,” Jack replied. “The landing will be fine, I can handle the wind, but we have to hit that water nose high in those waves,” Jack explained.

The four guys looked at each other. Not landing back at the lake never occurred to them. They all were thinking the same thing, “all we have on is swimsuits, little swimsuits.” Dylan started to blush, realizing that he might be exposed in just the tiny yellow and orange Speedo. “Damn, I wish I had shorts,” Dylan said to anyone.

“But you look so cute,” Erik replied, teasing.

“Now, being in my swimsuit feels weird,” Brad added. He glanced down at his bulging crotch.

“You’ll be fine guys,” Jack said. “We just wait in the plane for it to calm or MaryBeth to come get us.”

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

After a long loop, Jack had the plane repositioned westward into the even stronger winds. “I’m going to land further up, the water is calmer the more west we get,” Jack announced. Just as a precaution, Jack asked each of them to take out their life jackets and put them on. This freaked all of the guys out. Jack was not really worried anything was going to happen but safety was first. “If we go in the water, best to go out the window, you will never get the doors open,” Jack explained. “Don’t swim against the pull of your jacket, it will take you up.”

Despite the fear, Erik chimed in. “Guess it is good we got swimsuits on.” The chuckles broke the tension.

The plane crossed over the secluded beach, but Jack stayed higher, near 1000 feet. He then began a slow descent, the plane getting well tossed. The waves were white capped below, pushed by the 20 mph wind gusts. Four miles westward over the water Jack began the final drop. A huge gust threw the plane off course to the south, Jack quickly corrected. They flew past the house at about 500 feet, Jack too busy to notice.

“It’s gonna be rough, hang on,” Jack said. The plane skirted over the top of the lake. Jack pushed the throttle at the last minute to help pierce the turbulence, pulling the nose way up, so high he could not see the water, landing totally be feel. The back of the pontoons hit the water first, perfectly as planned, grabbing the plane fast. Jack pulled a bit harder on the yoke then gently let the nose down, making sure that the front of the pontoons did not get pulled under by the swells. The plane slowed quickly, bobbing in the water as it came to a rest. It rose and dropped with each swell, almost like the toss of teeter totter in a playground.

Ben had almost rubbed a hole through his suit, but his grabbing of his anatomy was anything but sexual. Dylan and Erik first looked at each other and then hugged.

“Welcome home,” Jack announced. Brad gave him a high five.

“Seriously, now, were we close to crashing?” Brad asked.

“Not even. If I thought there was any real risk, I would have diverted.” Jack replied.

“But the life vests…” Dylan asked.

“You never know, so I wanted to make sure that if anything did happen, we had everything we needed to get out safe.” Jack replied. The plane made its way slowly to the dock. Jack stopped short. “You guys mind jumping in and pulling me to the dock? In these waves, I’d rather approach with no power.”

“See, I knew we’d need our swimsuits,” Erik replied. The four guys jumped out into the waist deep water. The wind was blowing strong. They were glad to be back on the ground. They tied up the plane, and leapt from the dock. MaryBeth and Rex greeted them on the dock.

“Nice ride?” MaryBeth asked. She eyed the tight wet swimsuits on the four handsome young men.

“Wicked cool,” Brad replied in a manly voice. No hint of the fear they all had a few minutes ago.

[Swimmboy]

OK, that plane ride even had ME getting some sweaty palms. Romance, tension, excitement, bulging Speedos - perfect elements for a perfect story!

[Dooley67]

What a chapter!!!! So much suspense - I was on the edge of my seat. You've really outdone yourself STS. I especially liked how the guys expressed their fears all the while showing complete trust in Jack. Creating that subtext is really amazing.

This chapter reminded me of something that happened 45 years ago when I was a graduate student at U Maine. Every Monday night 5 of us flew from Old Town, Maine to Loring Air Force Base (mentioned in this chapter) to teach in the continuing education division. One Monday night on our return flight we were flying in dense fog in the 6 seater single engine Piper Aztec. We couldn't land in Old Town because such a small airport had no runway lights so we diverted to Bangor Intl Airport. The pilot was flying on instruments but needed the final visual to land. When he said, "the first one to see the runway lights, let me know", we all thought it was the end and just about lost it. We did land safely, but I vowed, never again and I have never flown on a plane like that again.

D67

A post script: At first we thought the pilot was kidding when he asked us to look for the runway lights, but, in fact, he was not kidding at all and that just heightened our fears.