It was the summer of 1976 and I was vacationing with my family in one of several log cabins that were part of an aging camp constructed in the Thirties on the shore of Lake Michigan. Each morning after breakfast I would set out combing the endless beach collecting stones and driftwood, enjoying the waves rolling over my bare feet. The previous night, for th...
This is a fictional story about a young adult who joins a Master's Swim - team full of older men. *** THE SWIM TEAM, PART IX - BACK TO BASICS Dennis was drifting, lost in a never-ending tidal wave of thoughts. It seemed like that's where he spent most of his time these days. Everything passed by him in a blur, his focus never quite pulling it all into vie...
I walked along the breach for a few miles to get away from other bathers and sun seekers. After I passed the deserted section the beach, I continued for about another mile and eventually found and settled at an isolated spot near the plant growth about fifty feet back from the waterline. I spread out a wide beach towel, stripped all my clothes off and went i...
I love chatting with people who enjoy speedos. I especially love talking with members because I think that is a little more serious than that random emails I often receive. Last year I got talking to a new member here on this blog called Arthur. Arthur is from Texas and was having a holiday in Australia. Unfortunately Arthur wasn't going to make it up the co...
I was always shy to wear my brief in public. I was working on the road and used my speedo app to find a local pool. I'd been really apprehensive to wear my brief to the pool without a bail out. In the past, I'd put on my jammer and throw on a pair of gym shorts over them and go to lap swim. I'd always have my 2" brief in my gym bag just in case I worked up t...
This is a fictional story about a young adult who joins a Master's Swim team full of older men. *** THE SWIM TEAM, PART V - COACH HAL "A job?" Dennis asked, one eyebrow raising over the other. That sounded like a terrible idea. "Yes, a job," his father responded through bites of his bacon and eggs. "You've had a week to adjust to life back at home. Ther...
The group of people that had arrived on the beach was far off when Digitalis and Arthur stepped out onto the sunny beach. Their vehicles were parked in a cluster away from Digitalis's van, and that was just as well, in Digitalis's opinion. He and Arthur gathered up their towels, and the group in the waves - a mixed group of renoige, humans, and hamans - didn...
BEEP BEEP! A honk sounded from the road and I jumped, startled by the sudden noise. "Fuck," I swore, stuffing my spare clothes into my beach bag and hurrying to the door to slide on pink flip-flops. They were my sister's, not mine, but she said I could borrow them as long as I was going to the beach. I figured real men wear pink so hopefully they didn't ea...
I was traveling on vacation with my wife and never even considered this would become an opportunity to explore a gay sexual adventure. I haven't been with another man for almost two years and while I thought about exploring that side of my sexuality on occasion, I just hadn't searched out another experience, but things were about to change. As we arrived at...
I had always felt a little different growing up. I was probably a little more sexual than most people were, but it was a private thing. I didn't sleep around or do anything most would consider wild; but nonetheless, a part of me was different from most guys. It is difficult to explain, but it is as if I have lace under my exterior of leather. It wasn't an ev...