Old Green Bike

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Writers note: a teaser of a story to come. I have been working on this one for a while. I hope you like it. As a side note, any sexual acts involve people of legal age.

The Old Green Bike:

Prologue:

“Let's get ice cream,” Sky became alert as the car made the long descent into the tiny town of Patten on the journey up State Highway 11 into the North Maine Woods. It was a remote place, especially once past Baxter State Park, known for logging and Potatoes. And, of course, Moose.

"Sounds like a good plan," Ken replied as he made the left into the summer ice cream stand. "I hope they don't freak out at my attire," Ken laughed. Of the two guys he was the one more revealed. Ken wore a vintage triathlon Speedo, the logo across his backside. Sky was in a tight, form fit one piece skinsuit, it held nothing back.

"You're fine, plus with all the numbers written on you, it is obvious you just did a race." The two guys got out of the car. The shop was busy, mostly with teen age kids hanging out. Ken and Sky walked over to the line to order. A few glances, but nobody seemed to react to what they had on. Despite being in just the swimsuit and short top, Ken was less on display than Sky, who was sporting a very obvious bulge in the one piece kit he was wearing.

"Were you guys in a race or something?" a very polite young guy in line ahead of them turned and asked. He was with a group of four guys, Ken guessed they were 15 or 16.

" A triathlon in Bar Harbor," Ken replied.

"Wow, really?" the teen replied. "Hey, guys, they just did a triathlon," he said to his friends. "I am on swim team at school," he turned back to Ken and Sky. "Do you race in your Speedo?" He asked.

"I do," Ken replied, " but most guys wear trisuits like his," Ken finished, pointing at Sky.

"That would be so cool," came the youthful reply. Ken wasn't sure if he meant racing in a swimsuit or doing a triathlon. He figured best not to ask. After they got their ice cream, Ken and Sky sat at a picnic table eating. The young swimmer came over and joined them, along with a friend. Sky and Ken told them about the race. "One day..." the young man said, a wishful look in his eyes.
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Allen woke up early after a fitful night of sleep. The old farmhouse was warmer than the 58 degree outside temp, a reality of 1890 uninsulated construction that trapped heat on the second floor. Allen wrestled between being too hot, too cold, and too horny. It was not quite five when he woke, the early sunrise lighting up the room, the hum of the window fan fighting to cool him, and his old blue print Tyr swimsuit damp with sweat and bulging with his youthful sexual urges. Summer swim team practice was at 8, but what had kept the handsome young man awake all night was thoughts of triathlons. The short conversation at the ice cream shop stirred an interest, actually a desire. He flipped the single white cotton sheet off, laid uncovered on the bed, letting the fan blow on him. His legs were spread about shoulder width, the stretched out suit slightly loose, clinging only to the parts of him rising the highest. He rubbed himself with his right hand, feeling his private areas. As much as he wanted to just lay there and think about what it must be like to be a triathlete, there were chores to do before heading off to practice.

"Time to get moving," Allen said to the silent room, rising out of bed. He shook his lean body and manually adjusted the fit of his swimsuit, positioning his cut anatomy up and to the right. He loosely tied the dangling strings, just as he exited his room for the lone full bath in the old, white frame house. Allen had started wearing old swimsuits around the house at a much younger age, a habit he would carry for the rest of his life. He was the youngest of three sons and two daughters, the last of each still at home.

"All yours," his very cute sister said as she exited the still steamy bath with its dated Formica counters and vintage fixtures. She didn't react to her younger brother and his fading morning wood bulge in the tiny swimsuit. It was just another day, she had seen it all before. Secretly, she thought he was cute, although she would never let him know that.

"Cool, thanks" Allen replied as he slipped by her into warmth of the lingering steam. The bath had a perfume aroma, feminine remnants of his sister's morning prep. Allen turned on the shower, jumping in suit on. He lathered up shampoo and used it to clean his hair and his body. He even lathered up his swimsuit, which felt arousing. He slid the suit down to wash the areas underneath. When he was finished, he pulled the suit back in place and let the water flow over him again while his hands explored his own body. He was swimmer lean, muscular, and his male physique was well developed for his age.

Dried off, Allen stood in front of the mirror admiring himself. He took various poses, Imagining himself having just finished a triathlon. "You look hot," he mumbled to himself. He really did. The wet suit clinging to him, accentuating his attributes.

"Hurry up," his sister yelled through the door. "I need to finish up!" She added with frustration. Allen hurriedly finished. As he opened the dooor, now in the wet blue swimsuit, she pushed by. "What were you doing that took so long," she complained. "Don't answer, I think I can guess," she continued. Allen ignored her, but knew she was right.

Allen traded the wet swimsuit for some tight fit jeans, commando. He had chores to get done, and he wanted to dig out his bicycle from the barn. He was, after all an aspiring triathlete. The beginnings of a longer story.

[nespeedoguy]

Great story! I think any guy slip in speedo would get horny just some guys never try their loss!

[solarguy]

I was hoping you'd write another story!!!! Thank you!

[a speedo minded guy]

I'm liking the premise. Sounds exciting. Can't wait for the next chapter

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The farm was just over 1200 acres, all of it dedicated to potato crop. It was a rough way to make a living, but family bonds were strong, which made it all worthwhile. Like all small communities, there were politics, gossip, feuds, and all the drama that came with living in a place where everyone knew everyone, but the community also protected its own, accepted each other, and truly cared. Allen wasn’t quite old enough to really understand that last part, but he was starting to appreciate the acceptance part. He had just turned of adult age, about to enter his senior year. Still growing up in so many ways, and well grown up in so many other.

Chores finished, Allen still had time to go “upside” the barn, which meant going to the top level, which was used for storage, mostly. His jeans were now dirty, as was his shirt, and his tattered Deere cap was now coated in dust. He was on a mission. In the far back corner, he saw it. The old green Raleigh ten speed, his dad’s bicycle. A 1970’s vintage classic, handed down to dad from Uncle Fred. “A mighty nice bike,” Allen thought to himself. By no means on the standard of today’s bikes, with its heavy steel frame and antiquated derailleur system. The tires were probably dry rotted, certainly flat, and the wheels were about as true as a badly out of tune piano. Cobwebs, dust and even some rust coated the bike. The cables were dry, stiff and screaming for lubrication. He chain has not been cranked in years and looked every bit as stiff because of that. Allen saw none of the problems. “A little washing, some WD40 and she’ll be as good as new,” he said to himself. He was confident, even if he unrealistic. He pulled the bike free of the clutter around it. “Come on baby, we’ll get you riding in no time.”

“What the hell?” his dad said as Allen wheeled the squeaky bike up to the back of the house.

“I’m going to fix her up,” a confident Allen said. “Bring her back to life…” he added as he shot through the door. Time to get ready for swim practice. Allen headed in to get showered and change into his swimsuit. His mind racing with youthful excitement of his new adventure.

"Good luck with that,” his dad replied with a grin, shaking his head. Allen was always the dreamer, he thought to himself. Dad walked over and looked at the neglected old bike. “Sure had some awesome rides on her,” he said to himself, reflecting back on his younger days. Those days were long past, consumed by running a farm and raising a family.


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Of the guys on the team, Allen was always the most colorful when it came to swimsuits. He probably, make that definitely, had the largest collection of swimsuits of anyone on the team, either gender. Allen loved bold prints and bright colors, and he loved his briefs cut narrower and lower. Amongst the guys, he stood out in both brightness and the more revealing fit of his suits. He slid off his nylon running shorts to reveal his brand new Turbo Joker swim brief, a bright white background with colorful stars on the left side and a bold joker face on the back. The fit was perfect, low and tight. He positioned up and to his right side, the suit just covering him.

“Dude, hot freaking suit,” said Jake, Allen’s best friend on the team, actually best friend ever. Jake was wearing a more conservative cut Speedo print with wider 3 inch sides. He looked amazing in his swimsuits. Allen looked specifically at Jake’s package, admiring how he formed a tight round bulge, the outline of him slightly showing as his anatomy curved around his balls between his legs, facing downward. Allen always got slightly aroused by Jake, a secret he never shared. Today was no exception. “Better stay away from the girls in that,” Jake continued. “No room for a boner,” he added as he playfully punched Allen in the shoulder.

The banter in the locker room was typical swim talk about swimsuits, girls, and who was going to kick whose butt in the pool. Allen was more of a distance swimmer, swimming the longer events on the team, except that he was fast on the fly so he swam that event also. The ten guys on the small team headed from the locker room together, seven in various briefs and three in jammers.

The outdoor pool was older, built in the 1960’s. It was shaped like an L with a deep end for diving. Eight lanes, of which three were removed for open swimming after the team finished practice. It was not heated, so the water was always cold, even in the peak of Summer. The day was perfect, blue sky and full sun, but the temps were still in the 50’s. They would rise to 65 by the time the team was done. The guys huddled with the 12 girls on the team as they waited for the fitness swimmers to finish up. The pool opened at 5am for lap swimming, and was always crowded right to the end at 8, when the team took over.

“He’s getting out,” Candy, one of the girls on the team proclaimed to the rest of the girls. The girls all adored Chris, a local college student who swam scholarship for Emory University. He was heading to his final year. As Chris hoisted himself out of the pool, it was revealed why. He had gorgeous blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, a masculine face that sat atop his stunning body. His abs were perfectly defined and after three hours in the cold water he still filled out the tiny, tight Tyr two inch side swimsuit very well. He stood for a few minutes on the deck, stretched, giving the girls and guys of the team a visual of masculine perfection. The lycra suit outlined him, pointing up and left. It was clear he was uncut and very well gifted in his anatomy.

“How’s it going?” Chris said as he walked over to the team. This was the best part. He swam for the same group, so he always came and chatted with the swimmers. He made the girls melt inside their suits, and made the guys hard. Even the straight guys could not help but admire him. “I am going to help your coach today,” he added. “”He has a big day planned and asked me to lend a hand.”

“Don’t change,” Candy said boldly to Chris. “Just looking at you in your Tyr will be motivation.”

“Well, I need a shirt, at least,” Chris blushed. “After my hot shower.” All the girls watched as Chris headed off to the locker room, his cute butt wiggled in the tight suit as he walked.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“Wow, she’s in rough shape,” Jake said as Allen showed him the bike. The two friends came back to Allen’s farm after swim practice. They were both still in their now damp swimsuits, no shirts. Jake and Allen were the age and both had been swimmers since age five. They started swimming on the local community guppy team. Jake was a more rugged build than Allen, a bit stockier and not quite as tall. His hair was dark, matching his dark set eyes. He had a handsome smile that created the cutest dimples. He was very cute and very attractive. Allen was taller and leaner, camel brown hair, and the most muscular looking legs. Both guys rocked their swimsuits.

“Not that bad, nothing a little chain lube and some cleaning up can’t fix,” Allen replied.

“You’re pretty serious about this,” Jake replied.

“At least for now,” Allen responded. “I think it will be so awesome. Maybe after we eat we can work on her.”

“Sure,” Jake promised.

“Let’s go eat,” Allen changed direction. The two guys headed into the house. Despite it being nearly noon, a big breakfast seemed like the perfect meal. Allen’s sister watched intently as the two guys, especially Jake, in their tight swimsuits, loaded plates and bowls with far more calories than one should consume. Her eyes wandered to check out Jake’s bulge, she couldn’t help but look. He was so cute.

“How was swimming?” Maggie asked as the guys sat at the big wood table. “Mind if I crash your swim team meal?”

“Practice sucked, as usual,” Jake replied with a grin.

“Well, looks like you are making up for it now,” Maggie replied as she smiled at Jake.

“Allen, are you really going to try to use dad’s bike? He thinks you’re being foolish, you know,” Maggie did her best to deflate Allen’s idea. Sibling rivalry seeping out.

“Did he say that,” Allen replied with a hint of agitation.

“Well, not in those words, he just said you are biting off more than you can handle,” Maggie replied.

“Screw that,” Allen replied. “I’ll show him!” Maggie smirked, knowing she had just pushed one of her brother’s buttons.

“He is so easy to make mad,” she said quietly to Jake.

“I know,” Jake replied. “Trust me.”

“Don’t you start,” Allen said to his best friend.

The guys finished up and cleaned the kitchen. Maggie watched as the guys stood side by side washing and drying the dishes. She smiled at the picture of two swimsuit clad guys doing housework. She wondered if her brother was gay, she hoped Jake wasn’t.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Thanks for the early compliments. Hope you like the story as it unfolds.

[solarguy]

I love how optomistic Allen is! Nice touch putting Chris in this story.

[a speedo minded guy]

STS, very interesting story. Plz continue

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Allen laid in bed, thinking about the day. Jake and he had made great progress on the bike. They lubed up the old chain, cleaned up the dusty old frame, and they got the wheels trued up enough to spin free, thanks to help from Allen’s dad and his old bike toolkit. The derailleurs were a bigger problem, and they had not quite figured those out. As Allen dozed off, his mind began to replay the day.

“Getting closer,” Jake said as the two guys admired their work. Jake’s swimsuit was stained with a swipe of grease from where he had rested his hand on the side panel. Allen felt bad for him, the suit probably ruined with a black smudge stain.

“You probably should try to wash that out while it is still fresh,” Allen had suggested. The two guys went into the bathroom and Allen watched as Jake showered himself with hot water and lathered up the stained section.

“It’s not coming out,” Jake complained as he rinsed and tried several times.

“I have an idea,” Allen said as he left the room. He grabbed some degreaser from the laundry and brought it back up. Jake was still using soap and shampoo without success. “This should do it,” Allen said as he poured a handful of the clear liquid in his hand. He jumped in the shower, standing in front of his friend and wiped the liquid into the lycra material of the tight swimsuit. “Let that sit for a few minutes,” Allen suggested. Allen turned off the water as the two handsome guys waited for the degreaser to do its stuff.

“This is my favorite suit,” Jake lamented. “I hope I didn’t ruin it.”

“I know,” Allen replied. “It looks great on you, too.” Allen found himself awkwardly getting an erection as he stood mere inches from Jake. Allen’s suit swelled quickly, as he admired the outline of Jake’s amazingly long penis wrapping down between his legs, forming the most erotic ball shaped bulge. Allen reached down and adjusted his own manhood, which had grown to strain against the waistband.

“Dude, are you getting hard?” Jake asked, somewhat teasing. Allen’s arousal was very obvious, his erect rod pushing hard against the material, its outline showing full detail in the grasp of the tight, wet swimsuit. Allen blushed, giving Jake a smile that said he was absolutely turned on.

Allen reached out to Jake, placing his hand on Jake’s wet swimsuit. “Let me rub this in and see if we can get your suit clean,” Allen said. Allen did his best ignore his own urges, but he was getting very aroused. As he rubbed Jake’s suit, Jake started getting his own surge of excitement, his bulge growing. Jake spread his legs a bit, reacting to the sensation of his growing manhood.

“Looks like I am not the only guy boned up,” Allen said as he watched Jake get more and more aroused. Jake’s smooth uncut anatomy looked amazing pushing out from his tight bulge. The firm outlined bending between his legs.

“I know, dude, I can’t help it, you start rubbing me like that,” Jake replied. “Oh man,” he added.

Allen reached behind and turned the water back on. The warm spray ran over Jake’s shoulders and down his tight chest, across the front of his swimsuit and rolled off the end of his bulging middle. “Let’s make sure we get these suds out,” Allen said as he started directing the water over Jake’s lathered suit. He rubbed along the suit, making sure to push out as much of the degreaser as possible. “I need to get the front,” Allen said as his hand wandered over Jake’s bulge. Allen had never felt Jake before, in fact he had never felt another guy before.

“Oh man, Allen, you’re making me cum.” Jake said. Allen slowly rubbed his hand all along Jake’s anatomy. “Seriously, dude,” Jake added.

“There, I think we got it all,” Allen said pulling his hand away. Jake was clearly very aroused and massively erect.

“Oh man, you can’t stop now,” Jake pleaded. He reached and took Allen’s hand and placed it back on his firm erection. Jake stated to gyrate as Allen took him the rest of the way.

Allen jolted awake, just as he began to explode in the tight swimsuit he had worn to bed. He was breathing hard, sweaty, and pulse raced as his anatomy thrusted with each release. Allen laid back as the final surges finished.

“That must have been some erotic dream,” Jake said. He had watched it all from the bed across the room. His totally clean swimsuit hung dry on the door knob.

[a speedo minded guy]

That was quite the wet dream in this chapter. Love it

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The cold front rolled in from the west with gusty winds and torrential rain, making it feel more like late Fall than mid Summer. From yesterday’s warm sun and mid eighties, today was upper 50’s and bone chilling dampness. The guys all huddled together in the locker room door, all in their tiny swimsuits, waiting for the very last moment to run to the pool. Only a few brave swimmers were finishing up their morning swims, and by the looks of their swimsuits, the water was cold in the unheated, old pool. Chris, the college swimmer, was the last to get out, wrapping up a two hour intense workout. Chris jumped from the pool, standing on the deck in the pouring rain, his CaRioCa swimsuit clinging to him, and his bulge showing no sign of the shrinkage that had impacted the other swimmers.

Chris walked confidently to the locker, as if it was just another sunny day, despite the pouring rain, his yellow very brief swimsuit clinging to him. The guys could hear the girls in their locker room making lustful comments. “Gonna be a wet and cold swim, gents,” Chris said as he turned on a hot shower in the locker rooms gang type showers, totally on display. Allen watched as Chris stood under the hot water. Chris looked so gorgeous, the perfect swimmer body. Chris slipped his hand inside his yellow swimsuit and adjusted the position of himself, as his body responded to the warm water and the attention of all the swimmers, he was growing hard and needed to make room.

Chris did one final douse of warm water, turning to face Allen head on. His suit was wet, tight and fully outlined every detail of his erection. Allen was mesmerized, and rapidly getting very erect himself. Allen smiled at Chris, who smiled back. “You are so cute,” Allen wanted to say.

“Let’s get started,” called the coach. The guys made a fast dash in the pouring rain to the pool, a cute collection of nearly naked swimmers prancing across the deck in their tight swimsuits. Chris was last out the door, walking slowly to the pool, letting the cold rain calm his hot desires.

“Start with a slow and easy 500 warm up,” called Coach Ryan. As the swimmers headed out, coach turned to Chris. “Watch Allen, the bright swimsuit guy. He has lots of heart, but he needs some help on his turns. See what you think.” Chris nodded as he headed over to lane four. Jake, Allen, and Ricky were the three guys swimming in the lane, along with Alicia. Allen was easy to spot in his colorful M&M candy print Turbo swimsuit. Chris watched closely as Allen approached the wall, slowing into his turn. His flip was adequate, but not smooth, and his push was weakened by how far he was from the wall.

“This is going to take some work,” Chris said to himself.

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“I love lightening,” one of the guys said as the team changed in the locker room. The thunder was rumbling loudly as the storm that ended swim practice early took over the sky. The guys all showered quickly, huddled in the gang shower area, some still in their swimsuits, some totally naked. Allen lathered up, then let the soapy water rinse over his brand new suit.

“Allen, where do you find those crazy suits?” Ricky asked. Ricky was a very Latin descent guy with gorgeous bronze skin and a very masculine build. He was a lean, muscular swimmer. “They are pretty wicked cool,” he added.

“Mostly on line,” Allen replied.

“He is a swimsuit freak,” Jake chimed in. “Seriously, he’s got more swimsuits that all the rest of us together,” Jake added.

“I want to see them,” Ricky asked. “I need some more colorful swimsuits to go with my hot Latino blood,” Ricky proclaimed. That got the guys laughing and carrying on. If anyone could rock a skimpy swimsuit on the team, Ricky was certainly at the top of the list.

“Sorry to bust up this party,” Chris said as he entered the locker room, still in his yellow swimsuit, still looking hot. Allen nearly boinged when Chris walked over to him. “After you finish, let’s chat,” Chris said quietly to Allen. That was enough to set Allen on fire, he grew immediately hard. He turned into the shower to try to hide it, but in the tiny Turbo, hiding it was not likely.

“You really like him,” Ricky observed as he watched Allen struggling to hide his very bulging swimsuit.

“Yeah, I mean he is an awesome swimmer,” Allen replied, trying to be cool.

“Hey man, it’s okay. Sometimes I get that way over hot guys,” Ricky tried to put Allen at ease. “Happens to all of us. At least it happens to me sometimes,” Ricky added. He was actually getting a bit aroused as he said it, which made him look even more amazing. Allen picked up on the subtle hint in Ricky’s statement. He wanted to ask more, but left it alone. The two guys finished up their showers, staying in their swimsuits the whole time.

“Maybe we can hang out sometime,” Allen suggested as they dried off near the lockers.

“That would be cool,” Ricky replied. His smile clearly showing he liked the idea.

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“What did Chris want?” Jake asked as Allen and he drove away from the pool in Allen’s beat up old pick up. Allen was wearing a pair of insulated Nike running tights and a sweatshirt, his still aroused bulge nestled between his legs. Jake had on grey sweat pants and a UMaine hoodie.

“Oh, that,” Allen answered. “He thinks my flip turns suck so he is giving me a private session tomorrow after practice.”

“Did he really say that your turns suck, I mean he seems nicer than that.” Jake was getting mad already.

“No, but I know what he meant,” Allen said defiantly.

“Hey, look on the bright side, you get to be with him alone, maybe he’ll wear some really showy swimsuit,” Jake replied. “I know you think he is hot.”

“Stop it,” Allen replied with a smirk. Jake laughed.

[dm106]

Really awesome story, please continue!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“Those cables are in rough shape,” Dad said to Allen as the two looked over the bike. “Probably need to replace them,” he added. The two stood in the barn looking over the bike. Allen still in the form fit running tights, Dad in his usual jeans and work shirt. But for age, the two were mirror images of each other, clear father and son. Allen’s two older brothers were long since moved out, leaving just his sister and him at home. Allen and his dad had a tight bond, a closer relationship than the father had with the older boys, driven in part by Allen being the only son who really cared about the farm. The next generation to own it one day.

“Hey, it is kind of crappy weather to work today, how about we take the day and get the old bike fixed up,” Dad suggested.

“Really?” Allen beamed.

“Yeah, I used to fix these bikes when I was your age. I think I still know how. Let’s get in the truck and go into Presque Isle and get some cable and new brake pads,” the father suggested. “Breakfast, too.”

“Cool,” Allen replied. The two handsome guys headed to the truck. Allen thought about changing out of the tights, but they felt so warm and comfortable on. As they approached the truck, his dad’s brand new F150, dad tossed Allen the keys.

“You drive,” Dad said.

“Awesome!” Allen said as he caught the keys. The truck was barely a month old and still smelled new. It was Dad’s first new truck in more than a dozen years, and the reason why Allen was driving an older, beat up truck.

“So, how is swimming?” Dad asked as they headed out the dirt, country road toward the state road to town.

“Okay, I guess,” Allen replied. “I need to work on my turns, so I am getting extra coaching on them,” Allen added, a sense of frustration in his voice.

“My turns were never good,” Dad replied. “Guess you got those from me,” he smirked. “It is good you are working on them.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Allen agreed.

“Any cute girls on the team?” Dad asked.

“I haven’t really given it much thought,” Allen replied. “I mean, sure there are some cute girls, but I am really more into my swimming and triathlon to…” he faded off, not finishing the sentence. Allen held back on what he really wanted to say, which was that he found guys far more interesting. “Jake is all hot for some girl on the team,” Allen diverted.

“That’s cool,” Dad replied. “You’ll get interested one day,” Dad added.

“There is this guy from college, who helps coach. You should see him, he is amazing,” Allen changed the subject a bit. “He is built, muscular, all the girls are horny for him.” Allen went on. “Plus he wears these really tight swimsuits, tighter than mine, which show off everything” Allen added.

“I can’t imagine swimsuits smaller than yours,” Dad replied. “When I swam at your age we wore nylon suits that seemed pretty tiny, but not even close to what you wear today.” Allen laughed at the way his dad was carrying on. It was making him hard, which was showing up in the bulge he was showing in the running tights. Allen shifted in his seat and subtly made a position adjustment with his right hand. His body quickly took advantage of the extra room. Their destination just a few blocks away. Not nearly enough time for Allen’s body to calm down. Allen tugged his sweatshirt down over his crotch area. Secretly, he was enjoying the sensation of his aroused manhood against the tight lycra tights, turning him on more and more. He never thought running tights could be so fun to wear.

The new bicycles in the shop were amazing, Allen walked along a row of impressive road bikes. One, a green Cannondale, really looked awesome. The lines were smooth, sleek. “Nice bike,” said a guy from behind. Allen turned around.

“Yeah, really cool,” Allen replied. The voice belonged to a stunningly hot guy wearing white cycling shorts with logos on them and a bright red and blue tight fitting jersey that matched the shorts. He was wet from the rain, which made him look even hotter as the damp lycra clung to him. Allen’s eyes obviously went right to the guys bulging shorts, which clung to him and showed his amazing package, well outlined. The wet white material was slightly translucent, showing a bit of skin tone as it touched his uncut anatomy. Allen’s boner began growing again.

“I know, white and rain, stupid idea,” the cyclist said, watching Allen’s eyes check him out. “I wasn’t planning on rain or stopping, but I shredded a tire on a pot hole in the road.” He smiled at Allen as he talked. The smile was infectious, cute. Allen guessed he was 24 or so, a boyish looking 24. Allen was certain the cyclist’s bulge was getting bigger as they talked. It was.

“Hey, I’m Paul, did you ride today?” The cyclist extended his hand.

“Allen, no I swam,” Allen replied.

“I’m doing a ride across New England,” Paul explained. “I am on my sixth day of 12. Suppose to make Fort Kent, but we’ll see.”

“Wow, that is wicked cool,” Allen replied. Paul adjusted his now very protruding erection.

“You should get that bike,” Paul shifted the focus. “It’s a sweet ride,” he added. Just then, the mechanic called Paul over to let him know his bike was set.

“No charge, man, just be safe,” the mechanic said. Paul thanked him and wheeled his bike toward the door, similarly impressive Cannondale with the coolest looking wheels. Allen was in love, with the guy and the bike. Allen followed and opened the door for him.

“Keep riding,” Paul said. Allen watched as he mounted the bike, his bulging anatomy now resting on the seat, clearly displayed. “By the way, you are a really cute guy…” Paul said he started to pedal off. Allen had no time to reply. The flash romance would stay with him for a long time.

“Got what we need,” Dad interrupted Allen’s lustful thoughts. “How about we hit Burger Boy on the way home,” Dad suggested.

“Cool idea,” Allen replied. Allen loved Burger Boy. He tugged his sweatshirt over the wet spot that had formed on his running tights. The diversion in thought was timely.

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Allen and Dad worked all afternoon on the old green Raleigh, Allen impressed by how much his Dad knew about fixing bikes. They even washed and waxed the old green frame, polished the silver wheels and taped the handlebars. By early evening, the bike looked as close to brand new as a forty plus year old bike could. The chain was cleaned, lubricated, and the derailleurs were adjusted. Dad even put on a new anatomically designed seat. The old bicycle really did look pretty darn good.

“Well, look like it is time for a test ride,” Dad said. He handed the bike over to Allen. “Take her out and give her a good ride.”

Allen was still wearing the running tights, which were now pretty warm feeling in the sunny afternoon weather. He strapped on the new helmet and wheeled the bike to the drive. He lifted his right leg over and mounted the seat, his balls resting snugly in the slot of the new seat. His maleness showed as a protrusion on the front of the seat. He felt oddly aroused. Dad watched as the young man pushed off and headed down the drive. Allen went right onto the quiet country road that ran in front of the farm, ten miles of lightly traveled open road ahead of him, he would not ride it all.

Allen was nervous. The narrow tires bounced over the rutted asphalt road, the bike vibrating as it crossed each crack and rut. Like any new rider, he was unsure, uneasy, and a little bit scared. He reached down to shift on the older, downtube mounted gear shift, the bike wandering as he did. He bounced off he edge and onto the gravel shoulder, thankfully slow, as he toppled off the bike. The only damage to his ego, and a small tear in his tights.

“F..k, this is hard,” Allen said as he remounted the bike. He had not noticed the torn tights. As he rode further, he began to feel more confident, not good yet, but at least less nervous. Three miles out, he made a wide U turn at a large farm and headed back. His thoughts wandered to Paul. Now more than ever, he was amazed that Paul was riding all the way to Fort Kent. “Not only is he hot, he’s good,” Allen mumbled to himself.

Six miles in 30 minutes, not bad for a first ride. Dad watched as his son turned back in the drive. “How was it?” he asked.

“After my fall, it got better,” Allen replied.

“Looks like you ripped your pants,” Dad replied. It was then that Allen saw the tear in his tights, just above the knee. He loved the tights, his only pair.

“Crap,” Allen said as he felt the tear.

“Hey, at least you are okay,” Dad replied. “You can get more of those.”

“It was pretty cool,” Allen said as they walked the bike into the barn. Dad’s hand on his son’s shoulder. It was the first ride of an adventure to come.

[a speedo minded guy]

Another fine chapter STS. Will he meet up with Paul. I can't wait.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

It had been a long ride, starting out in Houghton and ending in Fort Kent, well over a century distance via back roads less traveled where possible. A five am start made for a long day in the saddle. The early rain, the breakdown, and the hills added to the misery. Rather than ride with his group, a gay cycling club out of Boston, Paul ended up doing a large segment of the ride alone, not hooking back up with his team until a lunch stop north of Caribou. At least the sun came out in the afternoon. The motel bed felt nice, and it felt great to just lay down. Six days on the bike doing 80-120 miles each day made for sore muscles, smashed balls, and the desire for a good nights sleep.

Paul was still in his cycling gear, the white logo bib shorts and the red jersey. The group packed light, a few sets of cycling gear, a couple of swimsuits, briefs, and some extra t-shirts, each rider limited to one small bag that rode in the SAG car. Whatever cycling kit they riders put on each morning was the outfit they stayed in all day. Twelve days of living in lycra. He would join the rest of the guys at the small motel pool, but for now the bed felt far more inviting.

“I should have gotten his number,” Paul thought to himself as his thoughts went to the cute guy in the form fit tights at the cycling store. Paul was single, having just come out as gay a year ago, a struggle that he found refuge from while on the bike. The tight lycra outfits were an added bonus. He swam in school, but wasn’t very good. He did it more for the swimsuits and the guys in them than any sporting desire. Cycling gave him both, he was really good and the spandex cycling kits were really hot, especially on the right guy.

Despite the fatigue of the long ride, Paul found himself getting very aroused. He glanced down his body, smiling at the very prominent bulge as his anatomy grew hard and erect. He rubbed along himself with is hand, enjoying the sensation of his touch. He laid back, continuing his gentle massage. He began to moan desirously at the urges building within him. He loved the feeling of his entire body being encased in the tight spandex outfit. Being in the spandex gear alone aroused him, the added thoughts of the cute guy made him even more aroused.

“Oh man,” Paul moaned as he felt the urges boiling up inside him. He found a unique erotic sensation being totally hard and edging in the grip of the tight lycra. He slowed his pace, enjoying the feeling of being close. His pelvic area arched as his body grew ever closer. He edged himself more.

The explosive first release shot through the white spandex thrusting him upward. Paul was breathing hard as he pulsated with each powerful surge. “That was awesome,” he said aloud to nobody as his body finished the final softer surges. Paul laid back and enjoyed the feeling of himself as his body calmed.

[dm106]

Wow, excellent - please continue.

[dm106]

Awesome, please continue!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Chris laid alone in his bedroom. He had just come home from a long workout in the pool and was still in the very form fit Turbo swimsuit. It was warm out, so the damp suit felt great, his powerful fan blowing a steady breeze over his otherwise naked body. He glanced around the room, a retrospective collection of his youth decorated the walls. Pictures of his early swim meets, posters of the best swimmers of time. A young Michael Phelps adorned the back of his closet door. On the far wall, band pictures. His first Trumpet framed in a shadow box, with his accolades around. Photos of the band performances in Europe lined the wall. A photo of Sherie sat on his dresser. By far the prettiest girlfriend. Chris could not believe it was over. Sherie and she needed to move on. Knowing it made it no less hard. First true loves hurt. Tears filled his eyes. He flipped through his iPad, looking at pictures of the Summer in the Band, especially the ones with Sherie and him. Such fond memories.

Chris was about to enter his final year of swimming at the NCAA division 1 level. His musician days now behind him, Chris had spent the last three years becoming a swimming power in the mid-tier D1 conference. He was so damn handsome as a freshman, but now so much more muscular and developed he made girls buckle at the knees and gay or straight guys gawk in envy. Even his anatomy had developed more masculine. Sherie would never find a nicer guy or a more handsome and gentle man. No guy would ever love her more or better.


Chris reached down and rubbed over his bulge. He pictured days on the lake with Sherie. He fantasized how she knew what to do to make him hard, make him aroused, make him explode. "She knew how to make me crazy hard," Chris said to himself. Just the thought, the memories excited him. There were, of course, the inner secrets he never shared with her. Hot, fit guys in revealing swimsuits secretly turned him on. He found his attraction to swimmer guys getting stronger in his collegiate days, maybe it was that the swimmers were hotter, stronger. Just being in a tight fitting swimsuit could excite him. It was doing so now. Despite his overwhelming arousal and the grip of the tight swimsuit, Chris faded off to sleep, his hand holding his bulge.


The dream was so vivid it seemed real. The swim meet was the biggest of the year. Sherie was in the stands, she and a few friends had made the trip to Albany to cheer the guys on. Her shirt was cute, a pink top with the figure of a male swimmer on it, a handsome, sculptured male. Along the side of the image said "My guy rocks a Speedo,". Chris smiled when he saw it. He was, in fact, rocking a tight and tiny narrow cut custom team suit made by Q Swimwear, a colorful brief featuring the team colors. He waved at Sherie.


"You are rocking that suit," Sherie said as she leaned over the rail of the spectator section. Chris's masculine bulge was very pronounced, clearly showing he was one of the better built guys. Sherie's eyes right on that part of him.


"Thanks, cute shirt," Chris replied. "These are such cool swimsuits," he added, facing her head on.


"Yes, they are," Sherie replied. She leaned over and kissed him. "Swim hard," she added, starting to laugh at the way it came out.


"Well, yes, but hopefully not hard," Chris replied. He headed off to the warm up. Sherie watched as his scantily clothed body sauntered to the pool.


As Chris walked to the pool his eye caught the image. A very ruggedly handsome swimmer from the GCU swim team in the hottest looking purple and grey brief. He was muscular, totally fit, and he filled out the suit well. Chris stopped and stared at him. A surge of desire pulsates through him, Chris felt his suit tighten as his body responded. The urge caught Chris totally off guard. Lustful thoughts took over his mind.

"What the heck," Chris thought to himself. He liked looking at guys in swimsuits, but he could not believe he was boning up like this. Very quickly, his bulging suit made clear he was very much aroused. It had been a long time since Chris had popped a boner at a swim meet. He looked down at himself, his erect state very visible in his upward pointing anatomy. He quickly jumped in the warm up lane. Fifteen minutes until the meet kicked off. Chris shifted his focus to the meet. He swam each of his events exceptionally well.

Sherie screamed as loud as she could as Chris nailed the individual medley. It was his final event of the meet. He won the event by mere fractions. Breathless, he hung on the wall while his teammates cheered. He looked to the stands to see Sherie. He gave her a thumbs up. As he turned back to the team, their eyes locked. The cute guy in the hot purple print suit smiled back. He watched as Chris hoisted out of the pool, his tight swimsuit clinging. Sherie watched, as well, unaware of the competition. Chris adjusted the tight fit and symbolically pulled his strings out from his waist. He joined his team watching the next wave of events. In the flurry of action, he lost track of the purple suit hottie.

"I'm going to the locker room," Chris announced to his teammates. He was not ready to change, but a hot shower sounded like a great idea. There were still team photos to take and Chris had every intention of being in his swimsuit for those.

The locker room was nearly empty but for a few guys. All the teams shared it. Chris entered the large gang style shower, a big open area with four posts of shower heads. He was alone as he turned on the shower, adjusting the water to a steamy warm setting. He was quickly standing under the warm rain spray, enjoying the warmth and watching the soapy suds run over his tall, lean swimmer body. The warm water gave Chris a bit of arousal.

"You swam well," a voice startled Chris, breaking off the beginnings of his own post swim self-pleasure. Chris rotated to see the tall, extremely handsome mystery guy in the purple print swimsuit. He was very much aroused, they both were. "Your team has really hot suits, you look great. Hope I didn't interrupt anything."

"No, just enjoying the hot water," Chris replied, his bulging swimsuit said he was enjoying more than that. "Speaking of swimsuits, you are rocking that one well, very cool."

"Thanks, man. Yeah, we just got these. Mind if I join you?" The mystery swimmer took the shower head directly next to Chris. "Like you, I could use a warm shower." Chris was sure the guy was growing inside the purple print Agon custom team suit. Chris watched as the swimmer began rubbing his hands over his growing bulge. Chris was getting very turned on, very erect. "I'm Dakota, but I go by Dak,” the handsome swimmer said as he rubbed his hands over his smooth, sculptured chest. He leaned back in a slight arch, his tight abdominal muscles on prominent display, and his very filled out suit accentuated by its frontward position. Dak was getting very aroused.

"I am Chris," came the reply. Chris's eyes met Dak's. An intense feeling pulsed through each of them, a connection. "You are quite good looking," Chris said, his own words surprising him. Oh sure, on the band trip he had a few lustful thoughts about Grant, Alex, and Patrick, but surely those were just fleeting urges. This was different. His girlfriend in the stands, Chris was suddenly deeply attracted to another swimmer, a guy swimmer! Chris's arousal swelled inside the grip of the swimsuit. He let warm water run down as he rubbed his hand over the defining anatomical bulge.

Dak softly reached over and pulled Chris to him. They were alone. They stood together, facing each other, as the warm water rushed over them. Dak stepped in close, letting their bulges touch. "Relax," Dak said, feeling Chris tense. "Just enjoy it," he whispered as they let themselves grind against each other. Dak grew solidly erect, Chris feeling Dak stiffen. Chris followed his lead.

Chris jolted awake. His hand was wrapped around his real life aroused bulge. He was breathing hard, his heart pulsed forceful in his chest. "What the hell...." he said to himself as the images of the dream played in his head. He had not had sex since Sherie and he split. His body wanted action. Chris stood up and walked to the dresser. "Time to move on," he said in the silent room. He picked up the photo of Sherie and put it face down in his top drawer. "I need to figure this out," he thought, almost said aloud.

Chris laid back on the bed. He finished what the dream had started and his body needed to do. The tight swimsuit was driving him wild with uncontrollable desire. He wanted more, but his right hand would have to do. He quickly brought himself to the point of no return, total erotic loss of control. "Oh man, please" he called out. He felt his anatomy grow firm, his balls tingling as they reached the explosive final stage. The release was intense, powerful. He had several massive thrusts, powerful and so very masculine. The afternoon was still young. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his body calming down. He was finally moving forward.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“The bike rides great,” Allen told Jake as they walked in the locker room for swim practice. “I rode it six miles,” he added.

“That’s awesome, man,” Jake replied.

Allen slipped out of his red running shorts to reveal the Hard Core Swim wild print suit he had on underneath, a colorful mix of reds and yellows with a black and white image of a face across the butt. It was one of his most favorite suits. Jake smiled as he looked at his friend in the cool looking suit. Jake rummaged through his swim bag to get his own suit, standing naked over the bag.

“Shit,” Jake exclaimed. “I forgot I took all my suits out to wash them!” Jake said.

“Got you covered, man,” Allen replied. He unzipped his mesh bag and pulled out a Funky Trunks Postcards swim brief and tossed it to Jake.

“Awesome,” a relieved Jake said as he slipped the brief on. It was a far more colorful print than he usually wore, but the suit fit him well and looked great on his lean body. It also had slightly more narrow sides than his usual suits.

“You should wear more colorful suits, you look great!” Allen complimented. Jake adjusted his bulge, positioning up in the tight fit of the fairly new suit. The fit was perfect. The two colorfully clad guys headed out to the pool. A far nicer day than the rain of yesterday, warmer, too. Rebecca and three other girls were already out by the pool. They all looked as Jake and Allen came out of the locker room, wanting to see what bright color suit Allen wore today. Allen had no idea how much a topic his colorful swimsuits were amongst the girls. Jake’s eyes connected immediately with the girl to Rebecca’s right, Elizabeth, who he found very attractive. Jake had been attracted to her since the first day of swimming, and she was to hm.

“Look at Jake, now he’s wearing cute suits,” Elizabeth said to the group. “He looks too cute, so does Allen.” All the girls smiled. “Oh, and that bulge, don’t you just want to have your way with it…” A chuckle ran over the young ladies.

“I love swim team, seeing the guys in their skimpy suits, boners all showing,” one of the girls added to the trashy talk. They all watched as the guys walked toward them, full frontal with their bulging swimsuits giving the girls a proper display of masculinity. “I think Jake is bigger than Allen,” the follow up comment came.

“I don’t know, Allen looks pretty darn hot,” Rebecca shifted the focus. All the eyes studied each bulge and the debate of size continued as the handsome guys approached.

“Hi ladies,” Jake said as they got close. “Looks like a better day,” he added.

“Hi Jake,” Elizabeth said as she stepped forward. She was in a tight fit Speedo razor-back, a small suit over her very petite body. Lizzie, as she went by, was a fast, short distance swimmer, her limited height was compensated for by strong arms and powerful legs. She was wiry, agile, and very muscular. Jake found her a total turn on, a struggle for him as he stood there in his skimpy little suit. “Cool swimsuits, guys,” Lizzie added.

“You guys always have the hottest swimsuits,” another girl, Annalise, added, as her eyes wandered all over Allen’s body. Allen smiled at the comment. She found Allen very attractive. If only he would respond to her come ons. Annalise was a very cute, tall dark haired young lady with well-defined proportions, a spectacular smile, and the most inviting brown eyes. Any straight guy with an ounce of desire would be bonkers over her. Straight and desire were the issue. If Allen was getting aroused, it was only because Jake was. Jake had this way of turning Allen on. Still, Annalise noticed the growth of Allen’s bulge and took it as a favorable sign. “Your swimsuit looks really cute,” she said to Allen as she reached out and touched his hand.

“Thanks,” Allen said. He stepped back a bit, but Annalise followed. Her eyes on Allen’s colorful Hard Core Swim print brief.

Jake and Lizzie sat side by side on the metal bench that ran along the fence, off alone. It had the usual awkwardness of an interested couple trying to start a relationship. “You are a really good swimmer,” Lizzie said to Jake, who was sitting about a foot away, hands under his legs. Jake felt oddly very naked, even though Lizzie had seen him in is swimsuits all season and on the school team.

“Thanks, you too,” Jake replied. He smiled at her. Lizzie slid a little closer.

“I’ve been watching you,” Lizzie added. “You are really cute, too.” Jake blushed a bit as she said it. “Hey, I was thinking that after swim the girls might go to the lake and hang out, be cool if you came along.”

“I was supposed to go with Allen to do something,” Jake replied.

“He can come, too,” Lizzie was persistent. “Plus, Annalise would like that. It would just be the six of us, we can hang out at our house on the lake.” Lizzie put her hand on Jake’s left knee as she talked. She slid it slightly up his inner leg, wanting so bad to go all the way. She was going far enough, though, to make Jake respond, the tight suit getting tighter.

“Sounds like fun,” Jake replied, now very interested. He was also growing a big bulge in the swimsuit. He wondered if Lizzie could tell. He spread his legs a bit. She rubbed her hand up his leg a bit further, turning him on even more.

“It’s a plan, then!” Lizzie proclaimed.

“I didn’t bring any shorts,” Jake said awkwardly.

“You got your swimsuit on, wear this one, it will be cool,” Lizzie instructed. Jake’s boner was almost full on and his bulge looked massive. Coach was out and blew his whistle. Time for practice to start. The cool water could not come soon enough. Lizzie smiled as she watched Jake get up, showing how excited he was.

“Best part of swim team,” Lizzie thought to herself.

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Swim practice wrapped up with a 500-yard cool down. Allen finished first in his lane, showing that what he lacked in speed he made up for in endurance. He was well ahead of the of the swimmers, and was among the top three on the team in the longer distances. He looked up as he stood at the wall, seeing that Chris had arrived. He was wearing the most awesome suit, a brief from Little Rock that looked patriotic, but the cut and fit was pure perfection. Despite the cold water, Allen got immediately hard. The blowing jet hitting him in the absolute right spot was an added reward to Allen's arousal.

"I hate long cool downs," Jake said as he rose from the water, breaking Allen's erotic focus. "Thankfully, that is over. You kicked our asses."

"Yes, I did," Allen replied smugly, not breaking his stare at Chris in his erotic swimsuit. The massaging flow of jet propelled water teasing Allen in a very stimulating way, he was very aroused, massively erect. "Check out Chris's swimsuit," Allen added. Jake looked over.

"Pretty sweet,". Jake replied. Jake and Allen had never discussed sexuality, but Jake knew his best friend found guys attractive. Jake was fine with that, maybe a little intrigued. He wondered if Allen had accepted it for himself. “Hey, did you decide about going to the lake?” Jake asked, “I think it will be fun.”

“I really want to take the bike out for a good ride,” Allen replied. “But, you should go.”

“I feel like I am letting you down, man,” Jake replied. “We had plans…” Jake faded off. Allen could tell from Jake’s eyes that he was sincere.

“It’s alright, dude, seriously,” Allen replied. “Maybe I’ll come by after my ride,” he added. “Plus, the chance for you to be a stud with all the girls…” The two guys smirked.

“Alright, text me,” Jake replied as he hoisted himself from the pool. “By the way, I need to keep your swimsuit for the day.”

“Don’t make the girls too horny,” Allen teased as he watched Jake standing before him. He looked so darn cute in the swimsuit. Allen’s crush was boiling over inside him. Jake turned and headed for the locker. Allen let the jet tease him more, enjoying the sensation of the water hitting him exactly right.

[a speedo minded guy]

Interesting turn of events. I wonder what will happen next. I am eagerly awaiting the next chapter. Please continue

[dm106]

Agreed, this is a very hot story! Thanks.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“Okay, Allen, you ready to work on those turns?” Chris said as he strutted over to Allen’s lane. Jake and the rest of the team had cleared the pool, which was now empty except for Allen and Chris. Chris looked stunning as he rocked the hot Little Rok swimsuit. Allen was ready, but maybe not for swimming.

“Let’s do this,” Allen replied. He eyed Chris’s hot swimsuit up close, the way it formed over his amazing masculine bulge, modeling the outline of him. Despite the cool water, Allen’s own manhood was warming and growing.

“Okay, let’s start with you swimming a few practice turns,” Chris said. He adjusted his bulge as he said it, clearly he was aroused. Allen pushed off the wall, his colorful swimsuit rocking with his body rotation. “Cool swimsuit,” Chris thought to himself. It was really turning him on. His bulge grew bigger, tighter.

Chris watched as Allen swam toward the wall for his fifth practice turn. It was better, but not where he wanted him to be. “Keep up your momentum all the way in, tuck and let the momentum pull you through the flip, I want you to end face up in the water, rotate on push off, not in the turn.” Chris tried to explain to a frustrated Allen.

“I am trying,” Allen complained. “What the f..k!” he added under his breath. Chris could feel the frustration in Allen.

“Swim down half way and let’s see what we can do,” Chris requested. He watched as Allen’s tight bubble butt bounced in the water as he swam off. Just as Allen got out from the wall, Chris jumped into the lane. He had an idea.

“Momentum, flip, push, rotate,” Allen kept saying in his mind as he swam toward the wall. Chris was off to the side. Allen crossed the marker and let his arms rest at his sides, tucked and flipped. All that looked great, but as he finished the turn he was sideways in the water from trying to rotate too soon. That was when he felt Chris grabbing him around the waist.

Chris repositioned Allen’s body in the water so he was face up. He let go and Allen pushed off the wall. Allen stood as soon as his push off faded. “That is what I want you to do,” Chris directed. “Catch your breath and let’s try again.” Allen swam out to the middle of the pool, flipped with no wall and started his swim back. Just as he reached the wall, Chris’s hands grabbed his hips, guiding Allen through the flip, just as Allen was upside down, he pushed off perfectly. Chris’s hand rode across Allen’s abdomen and felt Allen’s bulge as he forcefully went off the wall, totally unintended.

“Exactly,” Chris said as Allen stood. “Sorry about my hand,” Chris added. Allen blushed a bit.

“Yeah, I know you really wanted to check me out,” Allen teased.

Allen did several more flips, each one getting better and better. They had been in the pool for about an hour. It had been three hours in the water for Allen, which had gone by fast. He also was enjoying Chris, not only was he amazingly hot looking, he was funny and easy to talk to.

“I know we’ve been at this a long time, but are you up for one more thing?” Chris asked. “it won’t take long, I promise,” Chris added. “Then how about I buy you breakfast?”

“Deal,” Allen replied. The two handsome young men were standing close to each other at the top of the lane in what was now an empty pool, except for them.

“I want to make your kick more powerful,” Chris started to explain. “You should use more of your upper leg for power,” Chris explained. He stepped closer to Allen and leaned in. He slid his hand down into the water and touched Allen’s upper leg. Rubbing up along the inside of the upper leg he said “really try to think about using these muscles more, they will give you power.” Chris rubbed both his hands up Allen’s legs across the front of his swimsuit, the sides of both hands rung along Allen’s bulge. Chris handed Allen a kickboard. “Give it a try.”

Allen was so turned on by what Chris had done. He wasn’t upset or mad, he was excited and very aroused. He wondered if Chris was sending him some kind of signal. Chris was. Chris found Allen equally attractive. Allen swam a full lap with the kickboard. He was trying to concentrate on his kick, but his mind was more on wanting to do more with Chris.

“Well, I think you get the idea,” Chris said as Allen wrapped up his lap. “How about we call it a day,” Chris added.

“Hey, thank you for the help,” Allen replied. He was very sincere. Chris found Allen so sweet. He reached over and pulled Allen toward him.

“My teammates and I give hugs after great swims,” Chris explained as he wrapped his arms around Allen. He slid his body into Allen, so close that their bulges touched. “You did awesome,” Chris whispered as he gently rubbed against Allen, who had quickly become rock hard. So had Chris.

“This feels awesome,” Allen whispered.

“I can tell you like it, we both like it,” Chris replied. They held each other for several more minutes. Allen was so aroused, as was Chris. Chris gently pulled away. He was rock hard inside the tight swimsuit. Allen watched as Chris reached down and adjusted himself, the outline of him being accentuated by the water.

Chris leaped out of the pool. On the deck the state of his arousal now in plain view. Allen almost shot his load watching Chris. Allen followed out of the pool. His own erect state pushing out the front of the swimsuit in a very erotic way. Chris smiled.

“Looks like we both need a cold shower,” Chris said.

“Maybe more than that,” Allen replied, with hope.

[a speedo minded guy]

STS, the story is definitely heating up!!! :cool:

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“Lizzie, I am not real comfortable with the swimsuit he is wearing,” Lizzie’s mom said after she pulled Lizzie into the kitchen of the lake front home. Lizzie had just introduced her to Jake. Jake had no idea that Lizzie’s mother was reacting to his swimsuit like this. She seemed nice and had asked him about swimming. She made no reaction about how he was dressed, at least not to Jake.

“Mom, it’s fine. It is not like I haven’t seen him in it before, I see him every day at swimming,” Lizzie replied with frustration.

“Maybe you should ask him to put shorts on,” Lizzie’s mom persisted. “I mean you can see everything.”

“Mom, it’s a swim team suit and yes, he is a guy, so he has guy parts, for crying out loud,” Lizzie started. “I am not making him put shorts on, plus he didn’t bring any.” Lizzie stared at her mom angrily for several seconds. “Plus even you have to admit, he is pretty darn cute.”

“Please just do this, Lizzie,” Mom requested again. “I’d be a whole lot more comfortable if he was dressed in something that looked less revealing.”

“Mom, he is wearing a speedo. All the guys on swim team do. I am not making him feel stupid by asking him to put shorts on.” Lizzie argued back. With that she stormed out of the room and back out to see Jake. Jake was out on the dock, looking at the lake.

“Let’s go swimming,” Lizzie called out. She was still in her one piece team suit from practice. She grabbed Jake’s hand and the couple jumped off the end of the dock into about ten feet of water. Lizzie’s mom watched from the kitchen window.

“Maybe I am over reacting,” Mom thought to herself. “He does seem like a very nice young man,” Secretly she also agreed with Lizzie, he was damn cute. That was what scared her.

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There is a saying in Maine that if you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes. Wild swings in the weather are the norm this far north, where the warm temps from the south fight with the sweeping arctic fronts coming in from Canada. It can be cold and rainy one day and 90 and humid the next, which was exactly the situation today. Allen got home after a fantastic breakfast with Chris. They were forging a great relationship, that was only starting to blossom. He stood in the kitchen pantry door, looking for something more to eat, trying to replenish all the calories burned in his hours in the pool. Swimming was cool that way, Allen could eat all he wanted and he still had his flat, tight abs and not an ounce of fat. He was still in his tight and tiny swimsuit. Still a bit aroused.

“Do you ever think of something other than eating?” Maggie teased as she walked in the kitchen, not batting an eye at her brother in nothing more than the tight band of colorful lycra that barely contained him.

“Yeah, I think about sex sometimes,” Allen replied.

“Okay, way too much information!” Maggie replied.

“And swimming, and my bicycle, and new swimsuits….” Allen started ratting off a list. He got to about ten items before Maggie cut him off.

“You going to take that old bike out today or just keep looking at it?” she asked with a bit of attitude.

“You wait and see,” Allen replied as he headed off to his room with a box of chocolate chip cookies in his hand, leaving a trail of crumbs as he ate one while walking. Maggie watched as her brother’s firm butt swayed as he walked. He was looking really fit, she thought to herself.

Allen closed the door to his room and locked it. He stood in front of the full length mirror on the back of his door staring at himself in the Hard Core swim suit. He was feeling very erotic, the morning with Chris, the way Chris’s hands touched him. No only could he feel that he was aroused and larger than normal, he could see the way he was filling out the swimsuit. He had been that was ever since practice, especially ever since the locker room, where he almost shot his load watching Chris. Allen let his hands wander down and he felt himself through the tight lycra, letting his palm gently glide over and along his anatomy. He instantly grew very hard, his erection pressing upward and to the right, bounded by the tightly tied drawstring and the snug leg opening.

Allen twitched as he stroked along the outline of his head in the suit. “Oh man,” he whispered. His heart rate was growing. He slipped both hands down between his legs and while one massaged his balls, the other stroked the outline of his erection, each pass bringing him closer and closer. His legs were spread shoulder width. He swayed as he felt the urges growing inside hm. In his mind he pictured Chris, imagined the feel of Chris against him, their embrace.

“Oh baby,” he said aloud as he felt the urges coming to climax. He pulled at the strings to untie the suit, but he was not fast enough. He felt his body thrust, the tingling sensation that comes just before he explodes. He had so much stored up urge, the first thrust shot through the suit and across the room. Allen fell back on his bed as he released thrust after thrust of hot desire. Hs slid himself free of the suit as the final surges landed on his upper chest. His heart raced. He was breathless.

He closed his eyes and savored the moment.

______


Jake and Lizzie swam and frolicked in the water for an hour or so, sometimes playfully wrestling, mostly just floating and talking. The water was a refreshing contrast to the hot sun and warm day. The lake water was clear, so much so that even in twenty feet of depth, the bottom was clearly visible. Jake would point out fish, which always made Lizzie scream. Jake found Lizzie to be sweet, and she made him laugh. As strong an athlete as she was, she was very much all girl. Her cuteness attracted him, but her personality sealed the deal. The feeling was mutual.

"Let's go lay out on the dock," Lizzie suggested. The water was starting to make her chilled.

"Good idea," Jake said. The two swam to the shore. Lizzie emerged from the water first and turned to watch Jake. She liked seeing the guys when their wet swimsuits clung to them, leaving nothing to the imagination. The cold water induced shrinkage created a smaller, but clearly visible outline. Jake adjusted the suit as he got on shore. Lizzie reached out and took him by the hand. "Cold water," she said as she led him up onto the grassy yard. Jake blushed, knowing what she meant.

The dock had a large square sitting area at the far end with two plush loungers pushed against each other. It was a fantastic set up, 40 feet out into the lake. The vibrations of the waves gave it a gentle rocking sensation. The sounds of the lake created a delightful aural backdrop, marked by the sounds of laughter carried across the water from various lakeside adventures. The hum of an occasional boat added a contrast. Lizzie laid out on the left lounger, she looked stunning in the form fit of her Speedo one piece suit, which accented her petite, muscular body. The full coverage of her suit a marked difference from the very revealing, slight cut of Jake's well filled out brief. Jake laid back in the lounger next to her. An erotic stir had been teasing him all morning, he was very aware of the urges being promulgated by his hormonal response to being alone with such a cute girl.

"You look so cute," Lizzie said as she took his left hand into her right. "I am glad the girls decided not to come, time for just you and I."

"I love it here, your house is awesome," Jake replied as he squeezed her hand. Jake had amazing self-control. As horny as he was feeling, most guys would long have boinged to full erection. Despite the tingling sensation between his legs, Jake was keeping himself no more than just a bit aroused. He was working hard to keep himself that way.

Lizzie's mom watched from the window. Even though her daughter was now an adult, just barely, and she was sure Jake was the same age, they were both still young. After all, they were just about to be seniors. Jake, however, seemed to be a very polite young man, they hadn't even kissed yet, that she saw. "I wish he was not wearing that skimpy swimsuit," Mom thought to herself, "but he is a nice guy." Mom would never admit that she had also scoped out his package, which she found very appealing for very obvious reasons.

"Do you like wearing swim team suits? I always wondered about that,". Lizzie asked as her hand explored Jake's forearm. She could not help but notice that Jake's very visible penis outline did not have the ridge line most guys had, the smoothness of Jake being uncircumcised. She liked how his bulge and anatomy was smooth.

Jake blushed at her question. "I think they are cool," Jake replied. "I know some guys get freaked out about them, but I am kind of used to it," Jake continued.

"Well, I think guys look nice in them.... especially you,". Lizzie replied. Her hand rubbed Jake's chest. His chest felt coarse as she rubbed, the nubs of hair from the shaved chest created a slight sandpaper feel. The cute couple closed their eyes and laid back in the loungers. Lizzie's hand rested on Jake's stomach, feeling his tight abs, just above his swimsuit waistline. The tingle of sexual arousal danced inside him and the swimsuit. It was taking all his self-control to not get full on hard.

"You're very pretty," Jake said softly, sweetly and romantically. Lizzie smiled. Her own inner parts were moist in warm wetness and tantalized with the desire that came with watching a hot and erotic Jake laying nearly naked next to her. His mound of manhood teased her in so many sensual ways. She wanted him.

[dm106]

This is really smokin!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The old green Raleigh had a new lease on life. Just as had been so many years before, a young male rider was pressing hard on the pedal strokes as the steel frame racer bounded over the moderately rough asphalt country roads. The antiquated old seat featured no anatomical correctness, crushing Allen's balls as he rode. He did not care, the wind rushing past as he flew down a big hill, rounding a curve and picking up the Aroostook River to his left, Allen was having fun. "So awesome" he said loudly to no one.

Roads up in this part of Maine are very lightly traveled. Moose, potholes, and bark fallen from logging trucks are the biggest danger. And Rocks. For the most part, Allen was alone, the occasional passing vehicle was generally someone he knew. Allen struggled with what to wear, he did not own any cycling gear. He finally settled on an old swim team suit, a Speedo, with a blue and green print. For a shirt, he wore a Lycra blend compression shirt from Walmart that matched the green in the suit. His long bare legs pedaling made him look almost naked on the bike. He had on an old cycling helmet that fit badly and a bottle of Gatorade in the holder. He stuffed a $5 bill in the waist of his Speedo, just in case.

Mapleton’s rolling hills evaporated into a flat winding ride along the river toward Washburn. On Allen's left, the river. To his right, row upon row of potato crop. A car full of cute girls slowly rode past, enamored with the cute guy riding his bike in a Speedo. "Looking hot," one of them yelled out as they came past. "He was cute," she announced to the three other girls in the car. They pulled over up ahead, wanting to get another look, Allen came riding by. He paid them little interest as they hooted and hollered, yelling very suggestive comments.

He continued his ride, his Speedo soaking up the sweat of his efforts. The girls passed again, a few more yells and another round of cell phone photos of the Speedo bike rider. They would turn off down the road, Allen several minutes behind them. Allen was in total joy, as the bike and its rider made their way along the long country road. Ahead the bridge over the river would mark the left turn to Washburn. The bridge a popular hangout. Allen knew the spot well.

Allen stopped on the bridge over the river, watching a group of teenagers floating on inner tubes, all the guys in print board shorts and the girls in barely their bikinis. The four girls from the car had joined the group, each having shimmied out of their jean shorts and tops to reveal similar skimpy suits, enticing the boys. They saw Allen watching and tried to wave him down to the river. Instead after five minutes, Allen continued his ride. He was twelve miles out from the farm, hoping to do thirty.

The fully loaded logging truck came up fast on Allen's back left, moving far faster than the posted speed limit. 53 feet of fresh cut, fully loaded pine logs. The driver barely budged left. "Asshole," Allen yelled as the wind wash buffeted the old green bike. Allen swayed right, regained control. "What a f..knead," Allen said to no one. The truck went on, unaware of the totally deserved hand gesture being held high by the Speedo clad cyclist.

Allen never saw the rock, but the hit threw his front wheel off course, rocketing the bike out to the left. His hand gesture quickly grabbed the wheel as he nearly lost all control of the bike. He over corrected right, dancing with the shoulder, before he regained control. His heart raced, he wanted to piss himself. It was then that he realized all was not good. The rock shredded his front tire, flat. The wheel frame grinding on the asphalt. He brought the old green bike to a stop, fifteen miles into his ride.

"Damn it!" Allen exclaimed as he stood straddling the frame of the bike, his crotch touching the crossbar. "Totally screwed," he added. He looked down at himself standing over the broken bike wearing nothing more than a Speedo, wet clingy shirt. He had no phone and a long walk home. Suddenly, Allen felt very naked. Making matters worse, as the blood started flowing back into Allen's anatomy, finally free of the crush of the hard seat, he started getting an erection, his suit bulging as the sensation returned to his groin.

Off the bike, Allen kneeled to inspect the tire. He rubbed his tingling boner with his left hand. "This just sucks," Allen said loudly, angrily. The tire was shredded with a long gash, the inner tube similarly mangled. "Looks like I am walking," Allen said to himself. He stood back up, contemplating whether to leave the bike hidden so he could run, or take it with him. He was sure he could not run the whole way, but maybe he could run for a while, then walk. Hand on his hips, he looked irresistibly cute as he went through the thought process. His tight suit and tight Lycra blend shirt made him look muscular and very sexy.

Just as he was about to hide the bike behind a row of trees, a voice called out. Allen turned and could not believe what was before his eyes. “Everything okay?” came the next question.

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"I am going to ride into town," Lizzie's mom said as she brought out a tray of sandwiches. She was impressed when Jake got up and ran over to help her carry the tray out to the dock. "Thank you, Jake, that was sweet
," mom said. He was truly making an impression on her.

"These look great," Jake replied. "Thank you for doing this."

"Is it okay if we take the pontoon boat out," Lizzie asked. Lizzie was well versed in driving the boat.

"Just be careful and make sure you got life jackets," mom replied. She headed back in. "Have fun, kids."

Jake and Lizzie finished lunch as they heard the car make its way down the gravel lane that led to the secluded Summer lake house. Lizzie sat intentionally close to Jake, their legs touching. Jake wore swim briefs all the time, but never before alone with a cute girl. He was caught between nervous and enamored. He was also feeling more aroused as time passed. "I think I am going to change swimsuits," Lizzie said as they ate the last bites. She got up and left the table. Jake watched her sensuous body from behind as she headed to the house.

Lizzie tried on three different suits before settling on a rose print string bikini with matching top. She felt the tingles of her own arousal. That part of her was warm and wet with desire. Like Jake, Lizzie was a virgin, and as much as her body told her she wanted him, she had no plans to give in, not to herself. Tease him, certainly. Maybe more.

Jake had just finished cleaning up the dishes when Lizzie came down from the loft. "He is so cute," she thought as she saw him being domestic while wearing the colorful, skimpy swimsuit. As Jake folded the towel and cleaned the sink Lizzie snuck up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, just above the low hung band of his swimsuit. "You are precious," she whispered in Jake's ear, followed by a soft kiss on his neck. As good as Jake was at self-control, the touch of Lizzie's soft hands along his waist, the soft kiss, caused a most natural reaction. Jake became immediately and intensely erect, the upper point of his up placed anatomy touching against Lizzie's hand. Even more surprising, Jake didn't mind, he enjoyed the feeling of his sexual excitement, precariously concealed in the tight colorful swimsuit.

Jake turned to face her and they embraced, his bulging erection rubbing against her. They had the lake to themselves. Lizzie felt Jake against her. "Somebody is turned on," she whispered.

"I can't help it, you are just too cute,". Jake whispered back before they kissed again. "Really cute swimsuit," Jake added. He loved the feel of her soft, warm skin as they embraced. Jake and Lizzie gently rocked, both getting turned on. Jake slipped apart just before reaching the point of no return. A little wetness seeped from him, forming a wet spot, well hidden by the colorful print. Lizzie took in the massive bulging display of male attraction as she took Jake's hand.

"I love that you are attracted to me,". She said as they headed out the French doors toward the water. Jake's arousal remained very firm and very much on full display. Jake was having fun. He never thought he would enjoy a swimsuit erection, but he was confident and feeling very erotic.

[a speedo minded guy]

STS, I do so like your writing style, the way you weave different stories back and forth!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Ryan was heading from his potato farm, back to his the lakefront log home, thinking about the long swim he had missed that morning. He hoped to get home in time to get in three miles of open water in the cool, clear water of the lake. "Maybe a short run after," he thought to himself. The long day started at 4am with the delivery of a new irrigation system. Finally it was assembled. Four guys, lots of cussing, but water was running to one of his largest fields of crop. His tight, form fitting Levi 501 button fly jeans were covered in dirt, grease, and whatever other stains he could create. They matched the equally dirty shirt. His baseball cap, equally covered in dust and grime, touted the annual Dog Sled Race.

As Ryan rounded the bend heading south into Washburn, he saw a troubling sight, a cyclist bent over a green bike. "He's wearing a swimsuit," Ryan said to himself. Not that a guy in a swimsuit bothered him, quite the contrary, but it was not a vision common in the middle of farm country. Ryan slowed his Ford F-150 truck and pulled over. He got out and walked the remaining 100 feet to the young guy in the Speedo, Ryan immediately knew the brand. He also knew the guy.

"Everything okay?" Ryan called out.

"Flat tire," came the reply as Allen turned to face the voice. A sense of relief rushed over him. "Am I glad to see you, Coach Ryan." Ryan helped coach the high school swim team.

"Were you going swimming or something?" Ryan asked. "Aren't you a ways from home, Allen?"

"My first long bike ride. I thought wearing a swimsuit would be better than baggy shorts...." Allen faded off as he looked down at the ground, feeling a bit weird. "It's a long story."

"Well, glad you are okay, you really messed up the tire. Need to replace all of it." Ryan replied. "Let's get your bike in the truck and call your dad, he does know you are out here?" The two guys lifted the bike into the truck.

"No, I just kind of went on my own,". Allen answered the question as he got in the truck.

Ryan looked at the 18 year old. "Allen, you know better, what if I had not come along. You are out here in a swimsuit, no phone, no money, and no water!" Coach Ryan scolded him.

Allen slipped the $5 out from his Speedo. "Not true, I got money," Allen replied.

Ryan looked at the $5 and laughed. "Oh yeah, now I feel better,". Ryan quipped. He reached over and messed up Allen's hair. "What am I going to do with you," the coach replied with a chuckle. He tossed him the phone and said "now call you dad and let him know where you are." Ryan directed. "Oh, and tell him we are going to Presque Isle to get your bike tire fixed."

"Thanks Coach, but you do not need to do that, plus I don't have the money,". Allen replied. He adjusted himself in the swimsuit. His balls were sore from the ride.

"I heard they are having a sale. Tires repaired for $5,". Ryan replied. "Plus I need to know you will be safe, especially if you plan to ride around in a Speedo!"

Ryan pulled into a country store in Washburn as Allen finished up the call. "I bet you are thirsty and hungry, let's get us a lemonade." Allen gave him a freaked out look.

"I can't go in there like this,". Allen pointed to his bulging swimsuit.

"You rode all over the county in that, I don't think they will care,". Ryan answered. "Plus, the counter girl will think you're cute." The two men headed in the store, dirty jeans and sweaty Speedo be damned.

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Jake untied the pontoon boat from the dock as Lizzie started the motor. She slowly backed the boat out from the dock, Jake jumping on the front as it cleared the dock. As pontoon cruisers went, this was a really nice one. 26 feet long, a mini fridge, small grill and a giant lounger at the back. The boat easily held 12. The 150hp motor gave it plenty of power and the stereo and flat screen TV gave it plenty of sound. Lizzie rotated the boat in the water. "Just to be sure, there should be life jackets in that stow," Lizzie said, pointing. Jake checked and confirmed. "Good to go," she announced as she put the engine in forward gear and gave it a punch of power. The year old boat hummed as she pushed out into the lake.

"Want to drive?" Lizzie asked as the got out into the deep open water.

"Sure," an excited Jake replied as he took the control. It was a perfect day, no wind, totally calm water and only a few boats out on the 9000 acre lake. Lizzie snapped a few pics of the swimsuit clad Jake playing captain, which she immediately posted to Facebook and sent via SnapChat to her friends. "Want some wine?" She asked, scoping out the fridge. Two bottles of wine, a six pack of local craft beet, and assorted sodas, all cold. Neither of them old enough to drink legally, but both had experience. Jake and Allen were known to sneak beer from Allen's dad's refrigerator in the barn. Lizzie did not wait for an answer, pouring two red solo cups far too full. She placed Jake's in the cup holder next to him. She then sprawled out on the lounger directly in front.

Lizzie looked so hot, Jake had a difficult time staying focused on the lake. His manhood swelled with arousal, making the tight swimsuit even more so. His sexual desire was intense, every nerve in his male anatomy was stimulated. Jake knew he was in trouble, out on the boat with nothing more than a very tiny swimsuit on, the narrow less than two inch sides very revealing, and he was getting more horny each minute. He could almost make himself explode right there. Lizzie's string bikini and tiny top hardly covered her, and from his angle he was getting a great view of her most desirous parts. A slow trickle of wetness seeped into the swimsuit. Luckily, he was hidden by the console. He sipped some wine. "It's going to be a wild day on the lake," Jake thought to himself. "I can't believe how bad I need to....". His thought broken by Lizzie's voice.

"Let's anchor and float," Lizzie suggested. "Maybe swim a little."

"Good idea," Jake replied. "I could use a jump in the water." Jake cut the power and the boat gently floated in the water. He grabbed the anchor, tossing it over the front of the boat.

"I am impressed," Lizzie said as she watched Jake work the anchor down to the bottom of the lake. "You are the sexiest anchor boy ever," she added, rubbing her left foot up between his legs, feeling his balls with the top of her feet. She held her foot there, enjoying the feel of his masculinity. Jake was instantly in a full hard-on. They were in about 80 feet of water, which used most of the anchor's chain. As soon as he knew the boat was secure, Jake jumped in, just in time to hold himself back from a total loss of control.

"You should come in, the water feels awesome," Jake called as he threaded water. The lake was warm for this far north, almost 65 degrees. Jake did a flip, and dove under. As he swam, he tried to adjust himself, the water easing his arousal. Lizzie watched as Jake showed off his water skills in the middle of the lake. She looked forward to some quiet time with him in the big lounger.

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"I think you caught them off guard," Ryan said as the two guys got back in the truck. "I suspect they have never had a guy walk in wearing a Speedo."

"Yeah, probably not. It was kind of fun," Allen quipped back.

"So, what is the story on the swimsuit,". Ryan asked. As they headed to the bike shop in Presque Isle, Allen told Coach about the ice cream shop and meeting the two triathletes. He explained how he was so inspired. He talked colorfully about the guy in the skintight outfit that "showed everything" and the guy who said he wore his swimsuit the whole triathlon.

"So, when I got to do my first real bicycle ride, I figured wearing my swimsuit was perfect," Allen finished the story. Allen was so animated, his enthusiasm bounded out of him. Ryan smiled at him with a reassuring look that Allen took comfort in.

"Let's get you back on that bike," Ryan shifted the focus as the guys pulled into the small bicycle shop, the same one Allen was at a few days ago. Ryan parked right up front. As he shut the engine off, he caught a glimpse of Allen's perplexed look.

"You sure I can go in dressed like this," Allen asked.

"Trust me, guys in Spandex are a very common sight, maybe not Speedos, but close enough," Ryan assured the anxious young guy. For some odd reason, Allen started getting hard.

[MISpeedo]

Thanks STS for another great story. The past ones were excellent and this one is also excellent! Thanks for finding a way to bring back earlier characters. Look forward to the next chapter.

[solarguy]

I completely agreee with MISpeedo!! Another great story! I'm a big fan!!

[Torchwatch]

Hey, I've got "an old green bike", it's a 1984 Raleigh Record Ace in metallic fern green, yes it's steel but 531 steel, lightweight and fast. The gear levers are mounted on the frame making it scary for anyone only used to handle bar shifters. It did have tri bars on it but one of the pads broke off last year.
I did the 1987 Canterbury Triathlon on it and appeared on local TV.
It still runs and my nephew rode it for a while before he got his own modern racer.
I managed to get my brother an almost unused Raleigh Record Sprint last year, probably 1988 and in perfect condition. This was the model that won the Race across America.

I think the Raleigh Record Sprint (painted black) was sold in the USA but hadn't heard if the Raleigh Record Ace was also exported. Maybe the Record Ace is the bike in the story. It originally had a brown suede leather saddle.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Het Torch, very close. The bike in the story is based off my very first road bike, a 1974 Raleigh Gran Prix. Like yours it was steel frame with shifters on the angle bar. It had a totally mechanical deraileur system by Shimano, the kind where you had to tweak it just so. It was a medium green color. I was crazy proud of that bike. I no longer have it and honestly can't recall what I did with it. That was many bikes ago. While the story is fiction, much of Allen's rides are based off some of my own experiences, such as the shreaded flat and getting rescued by my swim coach.

Thanks for the note.

STS

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

"Let's lay out and get some sun," Lizzie called to Jake, who was still playing alone in the deep water of the lake. She was sprawled out on the back facing double lounger, towels spread over the leather look cushions. Lizzie was aroused in a way she had never felt before. That part of her was extremely sensitive, it was as if all of her feeling was happening between her legs. She felt warm, moist, and dare she say erotic. She watched as Jake swam to the ladder at the rear of the boat and hoisted himself up. He was bent at the waist as he came out of the water, but as he straightened, the wet suit clung to his now much smaller anatomy, giving her a perfect view. He looked so darn cute, she just wanted to grab him and have her way.

"You had fun," Lizzie said with a smile.

"You should have come in, it was awesome," Jake replied as he casually tugged his clingy suit free of himself.

"I know it is stupid, but deep lake water freaks me out," Lizzie replied. "I can swim and all, and I know there is nothing there, but I hate not seeing the bottom."

"You are too funny," Jake replied. He sat beside her on the lounger. She reached over and rubbed his back.

"Lay back," Lizzie suggested. Despite the cold swim, Jake knew he was still turned on, the warm sun drying his suit was also warming him back up, or was it being next to Lizzie. Despite being a really handsome swimmer, Jake was not very experienced around girls. Some low level stuff, but never more. He really wanted to go further, especially since Lizzie turned him on so much. Jake was a gentleman, and maybe a little too shy when it came to girls. Jake lifted his muscular legs onto the lounger and laid back next to Lizzie. His tight swimsuit was already swelling with the growth of his desires.

"This is really cool," Jake said as he took her left hand in his right. He spread his legs about a foot wide. Lizzie was getting exactly the view she wanted of the handsome, near naked swimmer. His powerful shoulders, muscular pecs, the impressive abs, and that bulge. Lizzie turned onto her side and snuggled against Jake, laying her head on his shoulder. She kissed his cheek, softly three times. Jake turned and embraced her and they began to deeply and passionately kiss. Jake's arousal quickly expanded the bulge of his suit. He didn't care, he was enjoying the passion too much to worry about the massive erection he was growing. Lizzie was enjoying it all, too.

After several intense minutes, they both rolled onto their backs, laying side by side. "That was amazing," Lizzie said, breathless. Parts of her tingled in ways she had never felt before. She reached down and pulled the string of her bikini on the left side closest to Jake. She was now freely open for access, exactly the plan. "Give me your hand," she whispered to Jake.

"What are we doing?" A concerned, maybe confused, Jake asked as she guided his hand inside her loose bikini bottom.

"You'll see," she answered as she placed Jake's hand exactly where she wanted it, he could feel her warmth, her arousal, she whispered softly instructions. As Jake complied and began to hit all the right spots, Lizzie began to moan. It wasn't long before Lizzie flinched and tightened around Jake's hand, "Oh man, Jake, perfect," she said as her body peaked. Jake felt her pulsations as she reached the ultimate climax.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Ryan held the door open as Allen walked with trepidation into the bike shop, rolling the green Raleigh with him. Now the idea of wearing a Speedo to ride the bike didn't seem so good. Allen felt very naked and out of place. "What's up Ryan?" asked Jeffrey, the mechanic.

"My swimmer was riding his bike and shredded his tire. Let's get him set up," Ryan said. Jeff took the bike from Allen. If the Speedo surprised him, he made no visible reaction. He did notice. As did the two other customers in the store. No one seemed to mind, except for Allen.

"Awesome vintage bike," Jeff said to Allen. "It's a classic," he added. "How old is she?"

"1970's," Allen replied. “An old Raleigh Gran Prix.”

“She’s in really good shape for being that old,” Jeff replied. “How’d you hook up with such a vintage bike?”

“It was my dad’s. I just started riding her,” Allen replied. He was fidgeting a bit with his swimsuit, still feeling out of place. Jeff could tell Allen was feeling self-conscious about what he was wearing, or maybe what he wasn’t wearing.

"Great swimsuit," Jeff changed the subject. "I love riding in my swimsuits, at least back in my triathlon days," Jeff added. Allen lit up.

"You do triathlons," Allen replied. "I want to do one."

"It's been a while, back in my day all you wore was a swimsuit, the whole race." Jeff explained. "Well, looks like you're ready to get back on the road," Jeff shifted the focus back to the bike. "Tire is all set, but your derailleurs could use adjustment,".

"Get him set up," Ryan interjected. "Throw in some spare tubes,".

Jeff went to work. “Hey, well I do this, you should check out some of our cycling kits, we have some cool new stuff,” Jeff suggested. Ryan and Allen went over to look at the cycling gear. Ryan grabbed a pair of regular cycling shorts and a pair of cool red bib shorts.

“Go try these on, see what you think.”

Allen came out after each try, showing how they looked. They both agreed the bib shorts looked best and the fit was perfect. “I think I might get the same kit for myself,” Ryan said as he grabbed the matching set in his sizes. “We can look alike,” he grinned. Allen smiled.

Jeff finished up and wheeled the bike over. “Looks like you got some cool stuff.” Allen left with some new tubes, a refreshed old bike, and a cool new cycling kit with red bib shorts with an awesome logo and a hot looking matched jersey, which he wore out of the shop. His Speedo rolled up and tucked safely in the back pocket of his jersey, Allen was commando in the shorts. The fit and the way he displayed looked perfect.

[Swimmboy]

So glad I checked out the "Story" page today - I couldn't stop reading about Allen, Jake and their friends. I'm really enjoying this story and hope for a new chapter soon. I also enjoy the realism of the setting - I'd heard of Presque Isle, Caribou and Fort Kent, but had to dig up a Maine road map from a few years ago to find Mapleton and Washburn! Thanks, STS!

[a speedo minded guy]

STS, I await with baited breath for your next chapter!!!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

"You were perfect," Lizzie said as she laid her head on Jake's powerful chest, looking down toward his feet, across his massive, well outlined bulge. Jake's erection strained against the tight suit, growing long to the right, creating an interesting bulge along the waistband of the Funky Trunks brief. Jake had never been so hard, at least not in front of another person, let alone a cute young lady. He was barely able to stay contained in the tight material, in fact as he grew closer to the narrow side panel, the material pulled around him, creating a peeking gap. "Oh, baby, look at you so hard," Lizzie slid her hand down his abs and along him. "Does it hurt when you get so big?" Lizzie asked, genuinely curious and concerned.

Jake flinched as Lizzie gently let her fingers run along the outline of his firmness. A bit of wetness seeped into the suit. "Hurt, no," Jake paused as urges of desire pulsed through him. "It actually feels pretty awesome," he added as Lizzie held her hand on him. He pressed into her grip, a soft moan followed. Lizzie slid her hand between Jake's legs, feeling the way his swimsuit held his balls, she gently rubbed them. Jake spread his legs more, giving her free access. Her hand felt so gentle and arousing. "Lizzie that feels totally awesome," Jake said.

"You feel amazing!" Lizzie replied. Jake let her hands explore him, he was getting very aroused, he could not believe that he could get any harder, but he was. The tip of him was all the way to the narrow side seam of the tight suit, and visible as the material could not stretch far enough to keep him fully covered. Lizzie’s hand ran the hole length, her finger slipping in to lightly touch him.

“Lizzie, you know exactly how to make me wild,” Jake said as he flinched at her touch. Another release of wetness. Jake was sure he could keep control, but she was really turning him on. As she rubbed him in all the right ways, she gently kissed his left nipple.The erotic sensation pulsed through him. Jake wiggled his legs, holding back the urge to explode. “That feels hot,” Jake whispered.

“You feel hot,” Lizzie said. The boat rocked in the wake of a passing speedboat. Jake rocked into the press of Lizzie’s hand. Lizzie released her hand from his throbbing manhood and teased him along the waistline of his suit, continuing to also kiss his chest and nipples. Jake was struggling to maintain control, he could feel the urges building in him. He had already gone too far.

“Oh gawd, Lizzie,” Jake pleaded. He felt her hand pull on the strings of his suit. He knew if she untied him, he’d never be able to contain himself. He didn’t care. He wanted her to take him so bad.

“You look so uncomfortable,” Lizzie said as she gently untied the suit. She slipped him free, his erection now standing straight up, free of the grip of his suit, which was still wrapped around his balls. “Wow, you are so huge,” Lizzie exclaimed as Jake’s anatomy stood straight into the air. “I can’t believe all that could fit in your tiny swimsuit.” Lizzie stroked Jake with her right hand, watching as he responded to her, his pelvic area gently thrusting with the movement of her hand. Jake laid his head back, letting her work him. He let out a deep sigh of pleasure.

“Oh Lizzie, you are gonna make me explode,” Jake said breathlessly. He laid his arm across her shoulders, feeling her breasts as she continued to stroke him. “Oh man, Oh Man” Jake said aloud. He began to gyrate more as Lizzie increased the intensity of her caresses, gliding from the base all the way to the tip, which was now dripping moisture. She knew he was close. Jake thrusted hard, Lizzie held him firm. “Oh gawd, I can’t stop,” Jake said just as his body jolted with the first explosive release. Jake shot several times, powerful thrusts. He was breathless.

“Fell better,” Lizzie whispered just before she kissed him deeply, her hand still holding him. Jake smiled at her.

"Thats was wicked," Jake replied, using the universal Maine term for totally cool. They both laid still as the boat gently floated in the soft waves of the lake.

[a speedo minded guy]

I bet Jake was really happy that he finally got some relief. Another fine chapter. Please continue

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

"I can ride home from here," Allen said to Ryan, as they wheeled the old green bike out of the shop, shiny new tires giving it a fresh look. Allen looked every bit like a cyclist in the form fit bib shorts and the colorful cycling jersey. He had no idea how much the entire cycling kit cost, other than it was a whole lot of money. It felt great on, and he looked amazing in it.

"You sure, I don't mind," Coach Ryan replied.

"I wanted to get a long ride in, plus I can try out the new gear. Thank you, Coach, you really did not need to do all this,". Allen replied.

"Didn't need to is different from wanting to, have a great ride," Ryan said as he opened the door to his truck. Allen clipped his helmet and headed off. Ryan watched as the very bright colored cyclist pedaled away. "Nice kid," he thought to himself. Allen made his way north, passing the Walmart and making a left onto Route 163. He picked up the old State Road that lead to Mapleton and Ashland, a narrower two lane highway with some difficult climbs and short, fast descents. Ryan passed in his truck as Allen started the long trek on the state road.

Allen rode a fast pace, at least for him, over the 16 miles to the farm. He had not quite mastered the gearing, which made climbing the hills a bit clunky, but each hill got better. By the time he reached home, his legs were burning from the ride, sweat soaked the jersey. Allen rode the bike up to the barn. Dismounted and standing, he rubbed his hand across his jersey and felt the bulge of his bib shorts. The clingy fit of the spandex felt awesome, arousing, and it showed in how his body responded, the bulge quite prominent. The humid, hot day soaked the cycling kit in sweat. Allen went over to the hose and turned it on, spraying himself with the crisp, refreshing cold water. As the material became soaked with water, it clung even closer to his body, leaving every bump and bulge more defined. Sufficiently cooled off, Allen sat down in a chair, letting the warm sun take the chill of the water away.

"Where did you get that outfit?" His sister asked as she came out the side door to find her spandex clad brother sitting.

"Pretty cool, isn't it," Allen replied. "Coach gave it to me," he added.

"Stand up, let me see," she asked. Allen stood, the wet outfit still very much clinging to his body, especially his male parts. He was positioned up and left, and every detail was clearly defined. Her eyes went right there, she could not help it. Allen was her brother, but in his swimsuits and now this Lycra ensemble, she could tell he was a very well equipped guy. The thought made her blush.

"You will certainly get the attention of some cute girl wearing such a clingy get up," She teased him.

"You’re such a ball buster," Allen complained. His sister laughed as she went back inside, leaving her clingy spandex wearing brother sitting alone in the late afternoon sun. Allen rubbed his hands along the smooth material tightly wrapping his legs and teased himself as he felt his anatomical bulge. The sleek fit and gentle massage was making him horny, and very aroused. His mind wandered to lustful thoughts. His spandex gear showed his excitement.

[Swimmboy]

Lucky Jake, to have Lizzie on 'hand' to assist in relieving his problem. And poor Allen, who seems to have some special 'feelings' for Jake. Will be interesting to see how these two good friends deal with this issue.

[a speedo minded guy]

STS, I'd love to read a new chapter

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Jake climbed back onto the boat after jumping in the water. The wet suit wrapped closely around his still aroused male parts. Alaina smiled at him as she watched him try to adjust to a less noticeable bulge. "You really should jump in, it's refreshing," Jake said.

"Will you go with me?" Lizzie asked. "I really hate being in the deep part." She was, however, feeling like a break from the sun and humidity would be nice.

"Absolutely," Jake replied as he took her hand. Together they jumped into the water, a second swim for Jake. It was quite cute, the two of them jumping off the boat together, hand in hand. The water jostled her barely there top as she went in, creating a momentary wardrobe malfunction. Jake acted as if he did not notice, even though he did. As soon as she fixed it, she wrapped her hands around him as he laid back, floating in the water. Her body brushed against his.

"I feel safe with you in here," she confided. She could feel his bulge against her. Despite the cool water and the earlier activities, Jake still had the rebound advantages of youth. He was quickly hard, and very ready. Lizzie could tell.

Jake gently kicked as they floated out in the lake. He felt her tease him, her hand now finding its way between his legs. "Are you trying to make me horny?" Jake asked slyly. He enjoyed the attention. He really like the feel of her hand on his most sensitive parts. He grew hard in her palm.

"Yes," she laughed. She felt him, enjoying his hardness in her hand. She held him as they floated, feeling him grow.

They did finally break apart, Jake dove under, adjusting his boner as he swam below the surface. He came up several feet out from Alaina. He trended water, the action making his erotic urges subside. Alaina swam toward him, gaining confidence in the deep lake. As she got close, Jake swam further away, playing a cat and mouse, girlchasing boy game. After several minutes, he finally let her catch him, Lizzie tackling him, pushing him under.

"Let me go," he teasingly pleaded.

"Not until you kiss me," she replied. They sank as they kissed, quickly breaking apart and popping back up in the water. "Let's get out, I am getting cold." Lizzie swam toward the boat. Jake followed, treading water as she climbed the ladder back onto the boat. He watched her sexy body in the skimpy bikini climb from the lake. The suit barely covered her, enough to make any straight guy boing. Off in the distance a Loon called out, almost as if saying what Jake was thinking. Jake and Lizzie turned to see a pair of Loons swimming 200 feet away.

"I love those," Lizzie said, referring to the Loons. She watched them swim as Jake climbed aboard. Jake grabbed the big towel and wrapped it around her. She then took the towel, opened it and pulled Jake in, wrapping them both in the towel, face to face and front to front. "Let's warm up together," she said, just before she kissed him. Jake was getting all turned on, Lizzie feeling him against her. They kissed again, deeper and longer, the Loons calling out in the background. Jake adjusted his legs, his bulge now pressing firmly against her.

They both enjoyed the peacefulness of the lake. Despite being very aroused, or maybe because of it, Jake held Lizzie close. She loved the feeling of being in his arms, of his touch against her. She loved that she could make him get hard, and she loved the feel of him hard. Lizzie specially loved his innocence, his shyness. She could not wait to pull his erotic side out. She already was.

Lizzie pulled Jake tighter, pressing his mid-section in to her, feeling his hardness through the damp, tight swimsuit. He was so erect. "You make me crazy," Jake whispered, Lizzie knew crazy meant something else, far more fun. Jake was so aroused, it caught him by surprise. He had already reached an amazing orgasm earlier. Despite that he was growing so hard. He held Lizzie close, but looked around at the scenic hills and distant mountains that surrounded the lake. Anything to take his mind, and his urges to a calmer state.

"You feel so manly," Lizzie whispered just before she kissed him, a deep and wet kiss. Jake came up for air, but then went back for more. The desire pulsates through him as he felt her warm, wet lips. He rubbed his groin against her, his legs and his bulging anatomy nestled into her.

"I need to slow down," Jake whispered as he tried to pull free. He knew he was so close, too close. His upward pointed anatomy strained, almost hurt, as it struggled against the tightly tied drawstring.

"Oh baby, enjoy it," Lizzie replied. "I want to feel you, all of you." She nestled her leg deeper between Jake's leg. She could feel he was so aroused. She grew more warm, wet and tingling herself. She wanted to stay pure, but the urge to feel him in her was overwhelming, just as he wanted to feel himself in her. Jake rocked against her, his erection warped in the far too tiny swimsuit. Lizzie felt her own urge reach climax, her inner parts pulsating in orgasm.

Jake wrapped himself tight around her leg, his manhood throbbing, so wanting to erupt. "Oh gawd, Lizzie" Jake whispered. He was so close, so darn hard, so ready. He wanted to rip through the tight Lycra grasp of the suit. His erection was trying to find more room. Lizzie held Jake tight, his animation driving her wild, his naked body in her arms. He felt so strong, yet so helplessly lost in his urges. "Please, Lizzie...". Jake started to say as his body went totally over the top.

The release was massive, so much so Jake's thrust jolted through Lizzie. "F..K me," Jake blurted out as his pelvis thrust several releases, more than he had ever done before. Jake was breathless as his body continued to gyrate in erotic fantasy. As he regained self-control he held Lizzie close. The final mini thrusts pushing out the last of his pent up urge. "Next time it is for real," Jake whispered, referring to his desire to go all the way with her. A shared desire. Her arms around him so comforting.

Finaly, they broke free of each other. The Loons ere long gone. Jake started the motor and pulled the anchor free. Lizzie smiled at his cute body being so masculine. Jake stood at the control center, a helmsman leading the vessel to shore. He was handsome in his swimsuit. She was stunningly cute in hers. It was a sweet, slow ride to the dock. Some touches and kisses to keep the sparks of lust and love aloft.

[SWIMJIM2]

Great chapter ...more please!!!

[nespeedoguy]

Great story !

[Swimmboy]

Another very stimulating chapter - loved it!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Jake stood in the outdoor shower naked, glad to be out of the sticky swimsuit. He washed every part of his uncircumcised manhood, rinsing himself and the swimsuit several times. The warm, soapy shower a welcome pleasure. A knock at the door broke him free of his pleasure. "Mom wants to know if you want to stay for dinner." Lizzie wanted to open the shower door and see Jake naked.

"Um, maybe, but I have no clothes," Jake replied.

"Perfect, so I can say yes," Lizzie replied sounding too serious for her tease. She let a moment of silence pass before she eased Jake's concern. "You can borrow some of my brother's stuff," she added, calming Jake. "I'll go get some clothes for you to try." Her brother was in the military and no longer at home, but most of his clothing was left behind, including a vast collection of board shorts and sports gear.

Jake finished the shower, swapping the tight and tiny suit for a pair of board shorts with a colorful print, commando, and a Portland Seadogs T shirt. Lizzie smiled at his outfit. "You look so covered up in those clothes," she teased. Still in her skimpy swimsuit. Lizzie never did change, only throwing a shirt over, one that covered to her waist, showing off her bikini bottom, what little of it there was. Jake didn’t mind, he liked the view.

It was almost 8 when Jake left. He was still wearing the boardies, his now damp swimsuit in his hand. He gave Lizzie a goodnight kiss. Jake could not wait to get home and tell Allen about the day. He was so horny still that he almost had to stop and take care of things on the way home.

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"Hey stud, you still up?" Came the first text with the chime on Allen's iPad. "How was the ride?" came the second. Allen was still in his cycling kit, laying on his bed, prone, scanning his iPad for triathlons. Mostly, he was checking out the cute guys in their skin tight, show all tri-suits. Whatever, he was feeling amorous, sensual, and wanting sexual companionship. The chime from Jake warmed his heart, and stimulated his more erotic parts. Allen really liked the feel of being tightly wrapped in the spandex bib shorts and jersey.

"Hey Jake, just chilling on my bed. How was the lake?" Allen texted back.

"It was fun. Just Lizzie and I, the other girls bailed."

"Good, bet you liked that,” Allen replied. Allen then texted the story of his ride. Allen rolled over and held the iPad above him, snapping a selfie in his new cycling outfit. He texted it to Jake. "Coach got me this hot cycling gear," he added. The picture did not capture his bulging mid-section.

"Cool dude, stand up and show me all of you," Jake replied. "Looks awesome."

Allen complied, taking a selfie in the full-length mirror on his door, this time his maleness clearly, proudly on display. He hit send as the picture went cyberspace.

"Man, how do you get in or out of that suit?" Jake replied. "You look all Tour de France"

"It is hard to pee...lol". Allen responded.

" I imagine. What about a boner?" Jake replied.

As Allen laid back on the bed, the guys texted shifted to talk about Jake's afternoon at the lake. "I can't believe all you wore was just my swimsuit!" Allen texted.

"All I had, except for those long pants," Jake replied. "Her mom was freaked out about me being so naked," Jake added. "But you should have seen the skimpy bikini Lizzie wore."

"How did you not get hard?" Allen asked, his own body getting aroused by the conversation.

"I did, most of the afternoon," Jake replied. "Even more than that."

"Wow, man, serious?" Allen asked. He was now fully aroused by the thought of seeing Jake hard. "Tell me everything."

Allen rolled onto his back, the tight bib shorts feeling even more tight as his bulge grew. Jake slowly relived the afternoon, telling Allen every detail. Allen held his iPad in one hand and caressed himself with the other. He was feeling erotic as Jake walked him through intimate details. Just as he got to the edge, Allen pulled back and sat up on the edge of the bed, he squeezed his legs together as drips of moisture seeped into the spandex bibs.

"So hot, dude," Allen texted back as Jake finished the story. "Did you ever go all the way?"

"No, still a virgin, but next time for sure,". Jake replied. Both guys were very aroused. Allen at the thought of Jake being so turned on, how hot he would look. Jake at reliving the day, right up to the explosion of release he was about to have in the tight Turbo swimsuit he was wearing.

“Coach said we got a new guy joining tomorrow,” Allen changed the subject. “Said he is good, too,” Allen added.

“Really,” Jake replied. “We’ll see,” he added incredulously. Allen knew Jake was getting competitive.

“Well, practice is early…” Allen replied as the two guys parted ways for the night. Allen was still too aroused to sleep, he rolled on his back in bed and began to feel his very aroused bulge, continuing to edge himself closer and closer. The feeling of being almost entirely wrapped in the spandex cycling kit felt so erotic. Allen started to feel his arousal grow as he glided his hand over the outline of his anatomy. He knew he was edging closer than he had before. He started to stiffen, his legs straight out, he wiggled them together as his anatomy swelled. “Oh man,” Allen moaned. He could feel the urge to explode grow. As he realized he was about to lose control, he went to free himself of the gripping new bib shorts. “F..k,” he said to himself as he realized he was not going to easily slip free, the bibs wrapped up under his jersey. He tried with all his effort to hold back, not wanting to let go inside the new shorts, but it was too late. His body jolted at the first release as he shot through the material, release after release landing on his new jersey and soaking into the tight material of his bib shorts. It was a long and powerful orgasm. When it was over he laid on the bed breathless. His brand-new kit soaked. Allen could not believe he let himself do what he just did. It was almost midnight, practice came in a mere six or so hours.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The move to Northern Maine hit Stormy hard. He had just finished his junior year, turned 18 in June, and was suddenly uprooted just as he was about to enjoy the accolades of being a Senior. Four great high school years on swim team cut short by the sudden bankruptcy of his dad's employer. The move had to be made, jobs were not easy to come by in his dad's line of work. The best and only offer came from a town Will had never heard of in a remote corner of the country. Stormy, youngest of three and only son was about to be thrown into a whole new world, a different world.

Stormy arrived at the pool early. It was a far less impressive swim facility than he was used to. His last aquatic center was an incredible complex with three competitive pools, two inside and one out, plus two dive centers. It reflected the affluent community just outside of Phoenix. Stormy wore a brand new Q swimwear pair of jammers. All the guys at home wore jammers, Stormy had never worn a brief cut swimsuit, at least not after he turned 12. The print was called Butterfly Wings, a blend of tie die and tropical. It was very colorful, and fit Stormy very well. He wore the suit from home, bypassing the locker. He entered the pool and took a seat on the bleachers. He was the first person there.

"Hey Stormy, good to see you," Coach Ryan called out. He walked over and shook Stormy’s hand. Ryan had on a shirt from one of his past marathons that hung over a very colorful Turbo swimsuit. "I think you will like the team, a great bunch of young men and women."

"This is a pretty old pool," Stormy replied, a sense of judgment in his tone.

"Yeah, it is. Same pool I swam in at your age." Ryan answered. "But it serves us well."

"Yeah, I guess," Stormy stood up from the bleacher. The sun was warm, and the humidity was new for him. He was more acclimated to the dry desert heat.

"Cool suit," Ryan complimented. "You will be the only jammer guy, the rest of the team wears briefs."

"Is that a problem?" Stormy asked with the same bit of attitude. Ryan ignored the tone, chalking it up to the adjustment Stormy was dealing with.

"Not at all, jammers are cool." Ryan tried to reassure him. "I am fine with whatever style suit you prefer, just want you on the team. The rest of the team started showing up and just as Ryan had said, the guys were all in various colors and prints of briefs. Stormy watched as the guys came into the pool, sizing them up, both looks and ability. It was clearly not the team he left behind, his prejudice told him. After all, these were a bunch of farm kids in the podunk outreaches of Maine. “What could they possibly know about swimming.” Stormy had already made his mind up about the team and not even one of them was even wet.

“So, you going for a bike ride after?” Jake asked Allen as they headed out from the locker room. Allen was showing in a new suit from Tyr with narrow 2 inch sides. It was a California print with colorful bears all over it. It was cute and fit him well. Jake was in an older suit from Sporti with international flags all over, he had bought it a few years back but did not wear it much. It was a bit small on him, and the under-sizing showed, the suit just barely covering his bulge.

“Yeah, I want to get in a forty-mile ride today,” Allen answered.

“Stop by for a break, if you want,” Jake offered. He adjusted his bulge, feeling a bit crammed in the tight suit. “Suits a bit small, I guess,” he smirked as he realized that a small gap around his package showed some of his anatomy.

“Just don’t get hard,” Allen teased back.

“Must be the new kid,” Jake said as they walked to the bleachers. They both looked over. Stormy had already checked them out, especially the guy with the suit that showed everything.

The guys made their introductions. Jake and Allen tried to be friendly, but the response from Stormy was cold and calculated. He did not even give his name, at least not voluntarily. Jake had to ask, twice. “So, welcome to the team,” Jake said. “Colorful jammers,” he added.

“Yeah, I am from Phoenix, our pool was way better than this,” Stormy gave the guys his arrogant attitude. Jake and Allen ignored the comment, which made Stormy even more fired up. Coach walked over and made some quick small talk about the guys meeting and getting to know each other.

“Stormy, I am going to put you with Jake and our A group in lane four, with Jake,” Ryan directed. “From what your last coach tells me, I think the five of you will be about the same level.” Ryan knew Jake had the ability to give Stormy a run for his money. If anyone needed to be knocked down a few pegs, Ryan figured Stormy did. He knew that Jake’s competitive inner self would kick in. Jake was the top swimmer on the team, and he was surely not going to give that up, at least not with a fight. Allen was in the B group, next lane over. He watched as Stormy and Jake got in the pool. Even Allen was ready to watch the show begin. He knew his friend well, and could read his expression. Jake was ready to put the new kid politely in his place.

“Chris,” Ryan called over to his volunteer assistant. “How about you watch the A group, see how this Stormy kid stacks up to Jake and adjust the lineup accordingly. Let’s let Stormy lead off, it will piss Jake off, which is exactly what I want to do.”

“A little show down, duel in the pool,” Chris replied. Chris flashed back to the rivalry he had with Len on the band trip a few Summers back. He hoped this worked out the same way, but knew it was going to be a struggle getting there. Chris was wearing a brand-new brief from Funky Trunks, the first time he had worn it, and he looked stunningly hot. It was a colorful print called Stroke Rate. He rocked it well.

The session started with a 400 warm up, “nice and easy,” coach said. The group swam on 5 second gaps, four or five to a lane. There were four in the lane, including Stormy, who went off first. Jake followed. Stormy quickly pulled away, ignoring the nice and easy instruction. The five second gap grew as Stormy powered through the first two laps. Jake stayed steady, not letting the show off start get under his skin, at least not more than a little bit. Jake knew coach had a tough practice planned and he wanted all his energy. He hoped Stormy was really just showing off. If not, Jake was going to be knocked off his team leader pedestal.

[dm106]

Very nice, STS, look forward to the continuing story lines! Thanks.

[solarguy]

Sooooo glad you're continuing this story. I love it!!

[nespeedoguy]

Great story s t s ! Joy of spandex makes us all feel so good!
Wish I had coach like you.

[a speedo minded guy]

STS, another great set of chapters. Thx for continuing the story!!!

[Swimmboy]

So glad to see a new chapter! This Stormy kid sounds like a handful - arrogant and smug. Will be fun to see how Jake and Allen and friends will keep him in check. Love this story!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

By the end of the warm up set, Stormy had increased his lead to a half length, a substantial distance in the world of competitive swimming. He hit the wall far more winded than he should have, the damage done for the intense workout Coach had planned. Stormy was smug, his arrogance ready to boil over. Jake finished several seconds behind, never pushing the pace, knowing when Coach said nice and easy it would be the only set of the day where the muscles would not burn. Allen and most of the rest of the team were well back, some just coming off their last flip turn.

"That the best you can do?" Stormy asked sarcastically. Jake had hardly stood up.

"What?" Jake replied, surely he had heard him wrong.

"You heard me," Stormy snapped back. Jake was not sure how to respond.

"It was a warm up, not a race," Jake replied.

"If you were a serious swimmer, you would be racing all the time," Stormy snapped back in a caustic sting. The hair on Jake's neck bristled at the comment, his youthful masculine rage telling him to just give Stormy a swift punch in the face. Jake stood firm, glaring, letting himself gain control. There was no way he was going to fall into Stormy's trap. Instead Jake did the most annoying thing he could, he ignored Stormy's outburst.

Allen could tell Jake was boiling inside as he stood at the wall of the adjoining lane, but he finished just as Stormy's taunts ended. He had no idea of the rivalry that was building between Stormy and Jake. "Jake, you okay?" Allen whispered over the lane line.

" Yeah, fine," Jake replied. "I will tell you later." Allen knew he was not fine.

Coach Ryan set angular white boards at the end of each lane. Each board had the practice routine listed, tailored to the skill level of each group. "Okay folks," Coach got their attention. "Tough day planned. We will cover lots of yardage, focus on speed and form. Work your way as a group through the workout. No skips, no cruising." Ryan explained. Jake and Stormy's lane had the longest and hardest workout at just over 8000 yards.

"That ain't squat," Stormy boasted, lying. He did not dare admit that he was shocked at the intensity Ryan had planned. Maybe the slow and easy was starting to make sense.

"Well, since your such a hot swimmer, why don't you lead," Jake offered.

"On this team, I plan to always lead," Stormy replied. "Don't you ever forget that."

Chris heard the exchange. "This new punk needs to be knocked down a few pegs," Chris said as told Ryan what he heard. Chris watched the first several sets, clearly Jake was holding back. Chris watched as Jake would swim just back of Stormy's wake, close enough to be haunting him on his turns. As Stormy increased his speed, Jake did too. As Stormy faded, Jake used it to rest. Normally, Chris would yell at Jake to swim to his level, but he let it go. He knew Jake was up to something. “Let’s see how this plays out,” Chris thought to himself.

The guys kept swimming through their drills. Jake hanging back, building Stormy’s confidence and his cockiness. At the break between the fourth set, Stormy looked over at Jake and said “maybe they should add a group for good swimmers,” he then paused and added “Oh, except for me there are none.” Jake let it go. Chris heard it, too.

"Smart kid," Chris said to himself. "And we aren't even at the fly or IM" he mumbled to himself. By the mid point 4000 yards in, Jake's plan was working perfectly. At 5000 yards, the plan called for a rest. Two minutes. The first signs of how the rest of the workout would go were starting to show.

"Getting tired yet?" Stormy asked as Jake leaned against the wall.

"Yeah, pretty much burnt up," Jake replied, a total mislead.

"Not me," Stormy said pompously. "We did drills way beyond this." Jake knew he was lying.

The fly set came late, 5500 yards in. Stormy was winded, his legs burned. He could feel the pings of cramping. Even the fit of his suit had shrunk to reflect the shrinkage of his anatomy. Jake, on the other hand was still swimming strong. Even the guys in Allen's lane were holding up better than self proclaimed super swimmer Stormy.

"This is gonna be a tough set," Stormy actually admitted with no acidic undertone. "Maybe you should go first," he added.

"Our team rule, the strongest swimmer always leads," Jake replied as straight faced as he could, but a slight smirk unable to be hidden. Allen heard the comment and knew Jake was setting the new kid up, big time. So did Chris.

Jake held back an extra second and stayed back through the first turn. On the second length he closed the gap, but sill kept his distance. By the final leg, he was close but about a second back. For each of the next four sets he played Stormy's ego like a fiddle.

"Showtime," Jake thought to himself as Stormy led off the next set. Jake watched as the brightly printed jammer suit radiated color in the water. Unlike past sets, Jake pushed off at exactly the right spacing. He powered down the first 25 and by the turn he was almost on top of Stormy, so close he could see the detail of Stormy's suit. On length two, as soon as he knew the last swimmer was past, Jake moved to the wrong side of the lane and surged. He hit the wall almost half a body ahead. Stormy only saw the blur as Jake took total dominance. By the end of the set, Jake was standing at the wall waiting for Stormy's arrival.

"Tough set," Jake said as a very winded Stormy stood, almost unstable on his pulsating legs.

Jake dominated the rest of the yardage. By the end of the session, Stormy was third in the lane. As the guys finished the warm down, Jake stood at the wall. One by one the rest of the team finished. Stormy said nothing. The guys got out of the pool, some more gracefully than others.

"Welcome to the team," Jake said, putting out his hand. Stormy ignored him.

"At least I tried," Jake said to Allen.

"You did pound him into the ground," Allen replied.

"Yes, I did." Jake answered with a grin. The two best friends walked together to the locker, looking hot and handsome in their tight, clingy swimsuits. Mission accomplished, maybe.

[dm106]

Great restraint of Jake not to haul off and punch the new SOB out! Why do I see something here like "Summer in the Band" where Jake and the new kid become buds?

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Coach Ryan's annual team party at the lake was always a blast. After the long swim practice, the team bantered about the upcoming afternoon at the lake. Everything was discussed from what swimsuits each of them were going to wear, to what hot girl was going to be the biggest turn on. Even talk of hot guys filled the locker room. Jake took some teasing about whether Lizzie and he were going to be off in the woods frolicking in poison ivy. It was not much past 9 and the party did not start until the afternoon. Most of the guys were going to head over to the local diner for breakfast and more sometimes raunchy banter.

Stormy listened but did not participate, his wounded self esteem showing in his pity party for one. Jake and Allen glanced over a few times. Stormy just sat on the bench, still in his colorful jammer suit. Jake and Allen had not changed, either. "Hey, Stormy, " Jake opened as he walked over. Stormy looked up. "You are coming to the lake, right?"

Stormy looked back in silence for a minute. He rubbed the Lycra encased upper legs that were still reeling from the ass licking he just took. "No, I got things to do," he replied as he stood up.

"Well, it is a really good time, and a great way to meet the team," Allen chimed in. "If you change your mind..."

"I said I wasn't coming," Stormy cut them both off. With that, he walked out of the locker room, bare chested and still wearing the wet jammers.

"He's still adjusting to the change," Chris came over. Chris looked so hot in his tight fitting Turbo swimsuit, Allen started getting aroused. "That was really nice you guys tried to include him." Chris added, putting his hands on both their shoulders. "He's a good swimmer. He'll come around."

"Yeah, we'll keep trying," Jake replied as he grabbed his stuff. Allen agreed. The guys left still wearing their suits, heading for breakfast. Most of the rest of the team had already headed out, even Lizzie took off. Some in shorts, some dressed just as Jake and Allen were.

Stormy left the pool and headed west out state route 163 toward Mapleton. The Mazda Miata was a gift from his parents for making him move his Senior year, part bribe and part 18th birthday. It was the perfect day for a joy ride in a convertible as he rolled past fields of potato crop in full bloom. He was still naked but for the form fit jammer, which was getting dryer by the second. It was 6 am back home, his friends would be just starting swim practice at the awesome pool complex just east of Phoenix. Free of the humiliation he took at the pool, Stormy gained his esteem back. His left hand on the wheel, he rubbed his bulge with his right, growing aroused. Thankfully, Northern Maine is not well patrolled, as Stormy teased himself in the hot red Miata, he blew through Mapleton's center at 50, ignoring the posted 25 speed limit.

The Raceway Diner was use to the swim team guys crashing the place for breakfast, many wearing their skimpy swimsuits with shirts over, teasing the cute girls who served the home cooked food. The owners overlooked the attire because the team came in hungry, ate and spent a lot, and they were a fun group to watch and listen to. "Wholesome boys," said the owner, an older lady who called anyone under 30 as boys or girls. The only rule was no foul language, but that even slipped out in their youthful exuberance.

Lizzie sat close to Jake, her hand strategically placed on his inner leg, she could feel parts of him that turned him on. She was still in her one piece competition suit with short nylon shorts over. Many of the girls on the team were far less revealed than the guys. "So then he says he needs his own lane because there are no good swimmers on the team," Jake said as he related the story, somewhat embellished.

"What a jack ass," said Ricky, violating the language rule. Ricky was in a hot red print Tyr, two inch sides. He had the cutest bulge, which was well outlined by the soft Lycra material. He had caught the eye of one of the cute wait staff.

"I think he is just lost," Allen said insightfully. "It has to be hard...". He trailed off.

"I agree, we need to give him a break,". Jake chimed in.

"We are a team," Ricky added. Ricky had an idea, and he found Stormy pretty cute.

Lizzie gave Jake an approving rub that about made him pop out of his suit. Good he was sitting, his erection strained against the suit, a release of moisture creating a west spot between his legs.

The hot red Miata climbed the hill west of Mapleton and made a quick right into the gravel lot of Haystack Mountain. Stormy smiled when he saw no other cars, he had the place to himself. He grabbed his hiking shoes off the floor of the passenger seat and slipped them on. He slipped a cropped Lycra shirt on, one that matched a color in his jammers. He carelessly tossed his keys in the center console and set off up the single trail that would lead him to the top of the small, but mighty little mountain. More of a big hill really. His cell phone tucked in the waist of his suit and a big bottle of water in hand. He was still horny, but the hiking returned his bulge to normal. Stormy also felt so alone.

Allen left breakfast and rode the old green bike west, also along route 163 heading toward Ashland and directly through Mapleton. He swapped the t shirt he borrowed from Jake for the more brightly colored spandex top, not exactly a real cycling jersey, but close enough. At least he was highly visible. He wore his swimsuit rather than his only pair of cycling shorts. He had a thirty mile ride ahead of him. Jake, Ricky and two other swimmers passed in Jake's truck, honking and carrying on as they passed the swimsuit wearing cyclist.

"Cute shorts," Ricky yelled out. Allen gave him a teasing hand jester in return. For the next 25 miles it was Allen, the bike, and the open road.

Stormy sat atop the mountain. To the east he could see all the way to Presque Isle and beyond, actually into Canada. To the south a view of Scopan lake, formerly called Squa Pan, until the whole political correctness thing ended its original Indian name. To the west and north the town of Ashland and the abundant north Maine Woods. It was a fantastic view, but for Stormy it was a place to think. He looked at his cell phone and imagined he was back with his team, half way through practice. Arvid, called AJ, his best and closest friend would be looking all hot and sexy in his jammers, driving Stormy wild. Stormy began to massage the arousal he felt thinking about AJ. He quickly became fully hard, enjoying the feel of his expanding bulge. Stormy's tough guy shell started to melt away as he looked across the expanse of rural in all directions.

"Oh man, this just sucks," Stormy thought to himself. His mind wandered from his arousal to the conflict he was feeling. "No one here is going to accept me," Stormy thought to himself. "At least not like my team did." His eyes became wet and filled with tears. His hand stopped as his emotions poured out. He had never told his parents of his attraction to AJ or that he was sure he was gay. "And now here I am in podunkville where they would never accept me," he said to no one atop the mountain. As Stormy sat alone, he missed the sight of Allen making the tough climb on the highway below. The swimsuit clad cyclist was coated in salty sweat as he crested the top and rode right past the gravel entrance to Haystack. Allen and Stormy were so much alike, but neither knew it. In fact, across his new team, Stormy had more in common than he realized. Stormy sat alone, tears streaming down his face. When his phone chimed a text message, he brightened, sure it was AJ sending him a selfie in his swimsuit.

"Hey Stormy, please come to the team party, I can pick you up," read the text. It was from Ricky, who got Stormy's number off the team roster.

Stormy did not reply, at least not yet.

[Swimmboy]

Really loved this chapter. Stormy was a complete ass - yet I was feeling sorry for him, knowing how alone and out-of-place he must feel, so he tried to compensate for that with his 'tough-guy' act. I'm glad Jake, Allen and the others will be patient with him. And I think he will be surprised to find others 'like him' in rural Maine!

[a speedo minded guy]

STS,
We eagerly await your next chapter of this great story.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Allen knew exactly the suit he wanted to wear to the club picnic. He stood in the outdoor shower washing the salty sweat from his body, letting the cool water rinse over him. As he imagined the new swimsuit, he grew hard, really hard inside the swimsuit he had worn at practice and rode home in. He rubbed along and over his bulge, enjoying the sensation of making himself more excited. He was amazed that even after all the athletic endeavors so far he actually had any energy left. It didn't tale long before he brought himself all the way, a small but intense thrust of release as he shot across the small stall of the outdoor shower. He let the water calm him as he slipped himself back into the swimsuit.

"Hey Jake, want to ride over to the lake together?" Allen texted as he got ready for the afternoon of fun. He ripped open the package holding his brand new Funky Trunks Stroke Rate brief, a crazy colorful two inch side cut that he had just received, along with two other new suits.

"Cool, I will be over shortly," came Jake's reply. "Ricky is coming with us." He added. Jake and Ricky were still wearing the suits they had on at practice, which would stay on them for the festivities at Coach's house. Jake's Sporti Flags brief was still tight and small, but Jake felt great in it, and it showed him well. Ricky was in a colorful print water polo style suit from Q swim, with narrow sides and a low cut that barely covered him. It was one of his new favorites.

Stormy hiked back down Haystack. He was still all alone. His face brightened when the selfie from AJ came through. AJ was 5'10", muscular, dark spiked hair and deep eyes. He was rocking a red and blue Speedo print jammer, showing an impressive bulge of masculinity. The image stirred the arousal Stormy had suppressed with his emotional breakdown. Stormy shot back his own selfie. Back to his Miata, Stormy raced off.

Ashland, an older golden retriever, was in his glory. Coach Ryan's dog loved when the swim team came over. He got lots of attention, ate hand outs galore, and played ball nonstop. Ashland was also a hit with the ladies on the team, and naturally attracted the guys interested in chatting with the ladies. About half the guys wore swim briefs, while the rest were in boardies or shorts, some over briefs and some commando, it was not hard to figure out who was what way. The girls were like minded, about half in the full piece swimsuits, while others, including Lizzie wore more revealing suits. In Lizzie's case a white string bikini that would test the tightness of Jake's suit. Coach Ryan wore a CaRioCa Ventania low cut brief, his usual very colorful look. The suit fit him well and gave a nice masculine display.

The entire team, a few past alumni, and some family and friends were at the annual picnic, except for Stormy and on other member. The lake was warm for northern Maine, about 68 degrees. A light breeze created some gentle ripples on the water. The lake presented its own enticement. The testosterone in the guys took over as they looked at the swim out to the island and back.

"So how fat out is the island?" Devon asked, a handsome blonde haired guy in board shorts. A really good swimmer, albeit not fast. Devon tried hard and loved being on the team.

"Half mile," guessed Ricky. He rubbed his bulge as he said it. The masculine challenge battling his fear of open water.

"Coach says a mile or so," Allen chimed in. "Plus a half mile around the back side of the island."

"That is a long swim," said Lizzie, her hand rubbed Jake's nice, tight butt. Jake was semi hard, as his bulge showed. He grew harder.

By the end of the banter, six guys and two girls were in. The plan was in place to swim to a sandy beach on the far side of the island, regroup and swim back. Time was on the honor system. "Winner gets a date with anyone on the team," one of the Speedo wearing guys called out, creating quite a laugh.

Ricky bowed out, under the guise of being the one willing to sacrifice and follow in a kayak. "Just in case," Ricky said, hiding his fear of open water. Keith, a cute guy in board shorts, offered to follow in a second Kayak. Coach was going to stay further back in the 26 foot pontoon boat, just in case they all needed help. The swimmers launched from the dock, diving into the cool water of the lake, already ten feet deep. The depth would reach 125 feet, their kicks churning up colder water as they swam. The bottom would disappear once the depth passed 25 or so feet. They were on their own.

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AJ had moved on. He loved Stormy, but knew that it was over the day that big moving van pulled away. He would never forget Stormy, but as the pragmatic one, AJ also knew life was always moving forward. He had already met Donnie, a cute runner who could rock AJ as much or better than he rocked his silky running shorts. What Donnie's runner frame lacked in bulk, he made up for in the packaging between his legs. Donnie was an uncut jewel, a sexual machine, with a kind heart. He was Stormy's replacement. It was time AJ put Stormy in the right perspective, gently but firmly. Young love was that way. Hours ago, swim suit erotic pictures turned to life lessons. At 18, things moved fast.

"You need to give your new team a chance," AJ said in reply to Stormy's ranting text of how much his new team and new life sucked. "They sound like they are trying."

"What are you saying?" Stormy asked.

"You gotta stop being a hard ass, make friends, move on."

Stormy stared at the text. It was not what he was expecting. Was AJ saying it was over? Stormy sat in the drivers seat of the flashy red sports car in a parking lot overlooking Eagle Lake, a long expansive lake just south of Fort Kent.

"I am moving on," came the next note from AJ. A jolt that rocked Stormy to the core. Stormy did not reply. He started the car and sped out of the lot, leaving a cloud of gravel dust. He held his jammer covered crotch with his right hand as he raced south on Route 11, tears streaming down his face, anger raged in his body. He was gay, alone and lost in a world he so badly wanted to reject.

[Swimmboy]

Another good chapter - poor Stormy is losing his bf from Phoenix, and has made no friends in Maine due to his bad attitude. Hopefully he will get his act together and give the guys on his new team another chance?

[solarguy]

Great new Chapter!!!!

[a speedo minded guy]

STS,
Great new chapter. Loving the chemistry between all the characters. Almost feel bad for Stormy, almost. You get out of life what you put into life. Looks like hopefully he will learn that.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Jake started out strong, but eased as the swim got long. Devon was further back, the board shorts swapped for a hot custom print Agon swimsuit from a prior team year. One of several Coach would lend out to the board short guys who would give in to swim challenges in the lake. Lizzie was in a pack of three just left and back of Jake, daringly doing the swim in her skimpy bikini with string ties. By midway across, the surprise was Allen, whose colorful swimsuit bounced in the waves as he gained ground on the slowing leaders. Those long rides on the old green bike had given Allen endurance he never had before.

Ricky stopped his kayak and shot a photo of the race, which he texted off to Stormy with a note, "Lots of team fun at the lake." He then added, "where are you?" Stormy would have no idea Jake was leading, but if he did it was sure to piss him off, Ricky thought to himself. Ricky found Stormy attractive, and something about him told Ricky there was more to Stormy than his tough guy attitude.

The swimmers rounded the back side of the island, it was still Jake leading, but Allen was only 50 feet back and solidly in second. Devon was 500 feet back, bringing up the tail. Lizzie had dropped out when her bikini bottom became untied and slipped from her body, sinking in the lake. She was now on the pontoon boat wrapped in a towel. If only Jake knew.

The gravel beach on the back side of the island quickly came into view as the lake went from deep to shallow. Jake stopped and stood first in about three feet of clear water. Allen swam up seconds behind.

"That was awesome," Allen proclaimed.

"I kind of freaked when the water got deep, but calmed down," Jake admitted as his hand adjusted himself. The cold water had shrunk both guys, making their bulges almost non-existent. They watched as the rest of the daring swimmers finished the first half, all of them cheering as Devon closed in the last 100 feet.

"What happened?" Jake called to Lizzie, who was standing on the pontoon boat, obviously still wrapped in the towel.

"I'd rather not say," an embarrassed Lizzie replied. Jake knew not to push it. After a brief break, the swimmers set off on the second leg. One guy dropped, so it was now five guys and one girl. But as they took off, Ricky quickly swapped the kayak with the dropping guy. "I can do this," he proclaimed. Coach tossed him some goggles and Ricky set off, a good minute back from Devon, who was last to get started.

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Stormy raced down Route 11 south. He was going at least 15 over the speed limit on the narrow two lane road. As he sped past the cluster of homes that marked St. Froid lake, he heard his phone chirp with a new text. Driving too fast, he glanced at the text, hoping it was AJ saying he was just teasing. Instead he read Ricky's text and looked at the pictures. He threw the phone back down on the passenger seat. "F..k him," he said, misdirected anger. He totally missed the huge warning sign about Moose as he began the climb over Hedgehog mountain, a long steady climb known for its high density of Moose activity and car hits. His jammer was feeling tight and awkward, he had been in it all day, but right now he wanted nothing to do with swimming, jammers, or anyone related to them.

"They sound like they are trying," kept replaying in Stormy's mind. The thought stirred him. He unconsciously eased off the speed, the sporty little car backing down to 50. The rage started turning to emotion. Tears began flowing again.

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Ricky was terrified! The bottom was gone, a vast darkness of nothing below his. His heart raced and he gasped for air as the panic set in. He began to flounder in the water as his graceful strokes collapsed under the pressure of total fear. His colorful suit no longer visible as he wet upright in the deep water. Coach slowed the pontoon boat, it was clear Ricky was in trouble.

"You stay here," Coach said to Lizzie as he put the boat in idle and cut the power. Coach threw a float to Ricky and jumped into the water. "Grab the float, Ricky," Ryan yelled. Thankfully Ricky still had enough presence of mind to hear and listen. He pounced his arms onto the float, as Ryan swam up to him. Ricky looked terrified.

"It's okay Ricky. You don't have to do this," Ryan said calmly.

"But I want to," Ricky replied, feeling like a total failure.

"Let's just relax for a second," Coach Ryan suggested as he threaded water along side of the terrified young man.

"I am not giving up, Coach," Ricky said defiantly as he calmed down, secured by the float.

"Lizzie, you can drive a boat, right?" Ryan called over.

"Yes," she replied.

Against his judgment, Coach Ryan had an idea. "Okay Ricky, we will do it together, I will be right here the whole way."

"Really," Ricky's face brightened.

"Lizzie will be right behind to us also."

Coach swam back to the boat, had Lizzie toss him some goggles, and just in case. Coach clipped the float to a rope, letting it drag behind him as the two guys swam.

"Lizzie, if you want, there is a pair of board shorts in the cubby. They might be big, but probably better than a towel,".

The rest of the swimmers were easily half way across the lake as Coach and Ricky set out on their adventure. Lizzie, now alone on the boat, quickly slipped on the board shorts. She followed the two guys 100 or so feet back. She watched as Ricky and Coach Ryan swam side by side. Their two colorful swimsuits adding pops of brightness on the dark water of the lake.

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"Are you okay?" The Miata was sideways in the ditch, Stormy leaning over the steering wheel, dazed and shaking. "That was on big buck."

The moose appeared out of nowhere, right in front of the Miata. Good thing Stormy had slowed otherwise he would have no reaction time. The car hit the gravel shoulder, spun across the road and ended up sideways in the soft mud ditch, facing the wrong way.

"Yeah, I am fine, I think?" Stormy answered. "What the f..k was that thing?" He said to the older guy who stopped to help. Stormy had not yet realized that in the terror of his near miss he had pissed all over himself, his jammers soaked. He was going to look pretty out of place in just a form fit swimsuit on some back mountain road.

"Let's get you out of that ditch," the self reliant old guy said. "Looks like that Moose shook you up pretty bad," the guy said referring to the obvious wetness covering Stormy's crotch. He said nothing about Stormy being in a bulging swimsuit. Within minutes the old guy had hooked chains to Stormy's car and pulled him free of the ditch. The Miata had some bad scratches on one side, but no significant damage, thankfully. It could have been far worse.

"There you go, young man. Momma will be glad you didn't hit that beast." The guys shook hands, and Stormy was back on the road, shaken, traumatized, and driving slow. His horrible day was not over, but could it get worse? At least his jammer suit was drying out. "Be careful through these parts," the old guy added.

Down the road, a rest area appeared on the right. Stormy pulled off and sat parked. He looked again at Ricky's text and the picture. The lake did look awesome. Stormy had never swam in open water, lakes were not so common around Phoenix. He started to text a reply, but did not finish. He started the car and pulled from the gravel lot.

[a speedo minded guy]

STS,

Another wonderful chapter. Feel bad for Ricky. Having a panic attack is never good. And Stormy got lucky. He's lucky he walked away from the accident un-injured

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Allen was still swimming strong as the group swam through the second mile. In fact, as Jake's endurance faded, Allen was now side by side with his best friend. Devon was still out there, but faded back, now almost 700 feet back and losing ground. Stroke and form had long gone out the window as the swimmers merely concentrated on closing the gap to the shore, except for Allen, who was still looking great and feeling very strong. The two kayaks made sure they stayed on course. The water was dark and deep, near 100 feet where they were. The depth would start to decrease as they closed in on the finish.

"He's kicking my ass," Jake thought to himself as he realized he could see the bright colors of Allen's Stroke Rate Funky Trunks swim brief. It was an odd feeling for Jake, who was always the stronger swimmer. As Allen continued to work his way into the lead, Jake knew he had no response left in the tank. "Way to go, Allen," Jake wanted to yell. A loon off left cried out, as if speaking for Jake.

Farther back by a quarter mile, Ricky and Coach were making their way over the deepest part of the lake. Ricky was swimming well, calmed by the support of Coach right next to him. Coach was slowed a bit by the dragging float, which kept his pace in perfect alignment to Ricky. Ryan could not be more proud of his swimmer conquering his fear and doing so well. To be sure, Ricky was still a bit anxious, but he kept his focus.

Chris stood out at the end of the dock wearing his brand new Q Swimwear Adrenaline Rush polo brief, a bright colored narrow side suit that he was rocking so well. His muscular body looked as great in the suit as he looked a few years back on the beaches with Sherie. The tight, barely covering fit gave him an impressive bulge with a tight high cut around his amazing legs. As the guys swam closer into the shore, Allen picked up the sight of the swimsuit wearing Adonis. Each stroke bringing him closer and into more focus. Ashland and the rest of the team were also lined up along the shore and in the water.

Allen was now solidly in the lead, Jake was 25 feet back. The remaining swimmers further back, with Devon about mid way to Ricky and Coach.

"Let's go Allen," Chris yelled out. "Swimming strong!" A couple of the girls on the team started a cheer. All the noise inspired Allen, who started swimming faster as he closed in the last hundred yards. The bottom of the lake, now 30 feet below, was clearly visible.

"Look at him go," Jake thought as he also picked up the pace. The team was going crazy with supportive cheers for each swimmer. Even Ashland was excited, barking and jumping. As Allen got close, some of the team swam out to greet him, right along with an exuberant old golden retriever. Allen swam to the end of the dock and stood, as the team pounced onto him in excitement, one would have thought he swam Olympic gold.

"Jake, Jake, Jake..." the chant started as Jake quickly came in second.

"You kicked my ass," he said to Allen as the two guys hugged. "Great f..king swim, dude," Jake added.

The process repeated as each of the next swimmers finished, with a special commotion for Devon. Devon was the ultimate teammate, what he lacked in swimming ability he made up for in his team spirit. He tried harder than anyone at practice, helped everyone with anything, and even though he sat out most meet events he always cheered the team on without feeling sorry for himself. Plus he was so cute in his swimsuits. A contagious, mischievous smile and a handsome body. His finish was the teams chance to show him the attention he so much deserved. Devon took it all in, beaming like a hero as the guys high fived and the girls hugged. He even got a little aroused.

"Who is that?" Jake asked, watching two swimmers still a ways out.

The guys looked around. "I think it's coach and Ricky," Allen finally said. Keith in the kayak confirmed.

"Holy shit, Ricky is afraid of deep water," Jake added. "Look at him go. Come on guys, let's cheer him in!" That set off a Ricky chant that could be heard clear across the lake.

"Let's swim out and join him," Allen suggested as he slid his goggles back over his eyes and dove back into the water. The pair was now 300 feet out. Jake followed as did a few of the swimmers off the dock.

Coach slowed as the cluster of swimmers joined Ricky. He let the team finish together. As the guys got to the dock, the whole team cheered as Ricky stood. It was a festive celebration that set the theme for the rest of the day. Allen gave Ricky a hug. They held longer than most guys would. Under water their legs and bulges touched, storing desires for each other that neither had shared. Desires they needed to explore, some day.

[nespeedoguy]

Awesome story s t s !:)

[solarguy]

Wow!! You've been busy!! This is such a great story. Love it!!

[a speedo minded guy]

STS,

Loving how the whole team came together to not only greet the winner, but also, the special attention paid to Devon and Ricky. Cannot wait for the next chapter. Keep it coming!!!

[Swimmboy]

I've been out of town - and without internet - for several days. Just got to read this new chapter tonight! Really like the way the team comes together for each other, and am hoping that troubled kid, Stormy, will finally let his guard down and join them.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The sunsets over the lake are stunning, as the sun tucks down behind the mountains west of the lake. Orange glow becomes soft yellow with flashes of pink and even a little Violet. The cookout was over, but Jake and Lizzie left Coach's house and were now on Lizzie's pontoon boat in the middle of the lake, just about where they had swam earlier. Jake was still in his undersized, very tight, Sporti International Flags brief, with its less than two inch sides. Lizzie had swapped the board shorts she borrowed after the lake ate her bikini bottom, now wearing a one piece team suit she had in her swim bag. She was more clothed than Jake, who was getting aroused, making the tight suit even more so. As hot as Lizzie looked in the skimpy bikini, Jake liked how the smooth Lycra made her curves feel so silky and slippery. They were laid back in the loungers of the boat, side by side, her head on his chest, his hands wrapped around her. Her hand rested on his upper leg.

The lake was calm, flat, and romantic. She kissed him. She had poured each of them some wine from a half finished bottle in the luxurious boats mini fridge. They were feeling loose, free and in deep love, albeit young love. Really more lust.

"Are you sad Allen beat you?" She whispered as the darkening sky was being cast in an amber light from the waning sunset. She rubbed his chest as she watched him think.

"No, well, yeah maybe a little, but he swam so good." Jake didn't have a jealous bone in his body, but like any competitor he always prefers to win. "So, you never told me what happened to your swimsuit," Jake changed the subject.

Lizzie played with Jake's nipples as she related the story of her swim, making Jake grow hard in the tight suit, its undersized fit pressing against his growing anatomy. "I could feel it getting loose, but what was I going to do," Lizzie said. "I hoped it would stay tied until we stopped, but all of a sudden I felt it slip off. By the time I stopped, it was gone." As she told the story, she continued to glide her had over various erogenous zones of Jake's erotically charged body, but her play with his nipples was, above all else, driving him wild. She knew it. The boat gently floated in the calm, amazingly romantic lake.

"That's just crazy," Jake managed to mumble. "What did you do?"

"Well, I kept swimming until I could get Coach's attention. You should have seen his face when I told him I lost my bikini." Lizzie was animated, sitting up, giving Jake some time to calm his urges. "He didn't know what to do at first, but he knew I could not stay naked."

"How did you get on the boat?" Jake asked, now also sitting up.

"He grabbed a towel, hung it on the back of the boat. Made sure you guys were ahead. Then he looked forward and waited for me to get on. No one even knew," she laughed. "He was such a dad about it," she laughed.

"Wow, that is pretty funny,". Jake replied. "Remember the time Tim forgot to tie his suit and did that big dive...". They both started to laugh at the image of Tim's suit coming right off him as his body hit the water.

"He sure gave everyone a good show," Lizzie added.

The cute couple laid back down on the lounger, Jake immediately getting hard as they pulled themselves close. The tiny suit could barely contain him. The romantic night turned steamy hot.

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"Sorry you didn't make it to the party," Ricky texted one last time to Stormy.

"What's your deal with Stormy?" Allen asked as Ricky hit send on the text. The two guys were at Allen's house hanging out, both still in swimsuits. They were up in the barn loft. Allen swiped two cold beers from his dad's secret refridge in the farm office. It was well stocked, Allen knew he would not notice. The beer was going down fast, too fast.

"Just want him to feel liked by the team, must be hard to move that far," Ricky responded. "Plus don't you think he is a pretty hot looking guy?" Ricky asked, the beer loosening any inhibitions. Ricky started getting hard just thinking about how cute Stormy looked. Ricky had never worn jammers, never even thought about them. After seeing Stormy in them, Ricky was curious.

"Yeah, I guess he is pretty cute," Allen replied as he finished off his first beer. It was not the first time the guys raided the secret stash, but infrequent enough that one beer created quite the buzz. Allen laid back, exposing Allen the hot swimsuit he was wearing. Allen was feeling horny, and Ricky was looking too damn hot.

"Okay, bud, serious question," Ricky announced as Allen grabbed two more beers, handing Ricky one. "I am trusting you here," Ricky added.

"Go for it, Ricky," Allen replied after a deep draw on the beer, a Seadog Brewing Summer Ale, sans the lemon. The guys eyes met, it was as if they knew what was about to happen. Deep trust, team trust was on the line.

Ricky paused. His heart raced. A bead of sweat rolled down his left facial cheek. "What if I told you I think I am gay?" Ricky finally asked. He wanted to pass out, but not from drinking.

Allen smiled. A long pause, eyes meeting again. "Ricky.... It is so cool, awesome," Allen started out. "What if I said, me too," Allen replied. "Plus I know the team would be totally supportive,". Allen added. It was as if the world had just opened up for them. The two guys talked for two hours, hanging out in the barn, such was life as a farm kid. Hugs, tears, acceptance.

A ding of Ricky's cell phone broke the deep talk, the release of feelings and fears. "Thanks for caring, Stormy" came the late reply. Ricky would not see it for a while.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Stormy laid on his bed, he swapped the jammers for a Buddy Smuggler brief he bought on line back in Phoenix. AJ and Stormy both ordered matching pairs, two sets. They never wore them in front of anyone, but frequently hung out at AJ's backyard pool in them or in one of a dozen or so brief or less type suits the guys had in their secret collection. Those afternoons and evenings at the pool often led to more than just swimming. Stormy loved the feel of this particular suit on, made in the logo of the Sydney Roosters, a team Stormy knew nothing about. AJ liked the rooster emblem. Stormy smiled thinking how cute AJ looked in his.

Stormy was reading the latest issue of DNA on his iPad. Mostly he was looking at the pictures of the hot guys, especially the ones in swimwear. An ad for Bang featured an amazingly gorgeous guy in a bold, colorful brief. Stormy stared at him for a long time, urges taking over his thoughts, swelling the rooster emblem of his swimsuit. He couldn't decide if the guy was turning him on or the swimsuit was. Stormy followed the link in the ad and found the suit on the website. He copied the link to his Pinterest page for safe keeping. A site that contained the hottest and sexiest guys swimwear, from jammers to the skimpiest briefs, even a few thongs.

Stormy loved reading the advice column "Dear Diva." Mostly he would laugh at her frank but blunt advice to the perils of gay relationships. He wondered if the situations were real or made up, some seemed too bizarre. He read as Diva gave advice about a guy who was taking out his anger on the wrong people. At first the correlation to his real life did not hit Stormy, but as he moved on to a spicy photo shoot of hot guys, something started to sink in.

"Diva, I really dig this new guy at work. I know he is gay. I have tried to be nice to him, even invited him to have lunch or get coffee, but he keeps making snide comments about all of us. I know he is upset about his transfer to our department after his location got closed, so I try to ignore it hoping he will come around. He is really cute and I would like to get to know him...," the letter read. Diva's answer was blunt, a bit harsh. She told the writer to move on and stop wasting his time. Lots of other cute guys, go find one who is cute and wants to get to know you. "Some dicks are too self absorbed in their own pity to realize they are only screwing it up for themselves," she closed with. Stormy read the letter three times, before he went back to the hotter parts of the latest issue.

Before he went to sleep, after giving himself a good feel over his anatomy in the hot swimsuit, Stormy flipped to the message icon. Ricky's last note was top of screen. "Thanks for caring, Stormy" he typed out. He let it sit for several minutes, as he debated actually sending it. "Stop being a dick," he finally said to himself. The swoosh sound of the message flying into cyberspace was the last thing he would hear before going to sleep.

[a speedo minded guy]

STS,
Wow, things are heating up in a big way for a lot of people!!! I hope we get more intimate details of this night. Lots of fireworks!!! And I don't mean because it's almost the 4th of July in the US

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

This far north and east, the sun rises early. Jake woke to the bright light coming through the floor to ceiling windows. He looked over at his iPhone, it was not quite 5am. He was tired, he had been asleep just four hours, Lizzie and he stayed on the boat until well after midnight. He was still wearing the swimsuit he had on yesterday at the cook out, it felt tight, sticky, and damp from his sweat. He was hard, really hard. He looked out at the lake, it was perfectly calm, not a ripple in the water. He rubbed his erection as he contemplated getting up and going for a swim. He was in the guest room at Lizzie's, too late to drive home. Now the house was quiet. Lizzie had kissed him goodnight and went off to her room around 1 am. It was just the two of them in the sprawling vacation home. He wondered why they did not sleep together, but respected her insistence.

"This is weird," he thought. "I have nothing to wear but my swimsuit," his thoughts continued as he remembered he left his shirt in his truck. Jake felt naked, which strangely excited him. He became even more aroused. He pulled back the covers, exposing his bulging suit, bare legs and chest. The urges of an orgasm building in him. He climbed from the bed and stood in the sliding door that led to the deck. It was 58 degrees outside, he could now see a slight coat of steam on the lake as the warmer water hit the cool air.

Jake walked out on the deck. His erection was still there, but easing. The air felt refreshing. He walked along the deck past Lizzie's room, her curtains open he could see her sound asleep in her bed. He immediately got harder, she was certainly making it difficult for him to wear his tiny swimsuits. Even at practice, when he saw her he would get aroused, his Pavlov's response to the things she did to him in his suits. She had no clue he was watching her. After a minute, Jake continued on down to the lake. He grabbed his goggles off the pontoon boat, left their from their late night swim. He walked to the dock end and dove a shallow dive into the clear water. The cool lake felt refreshing, despite the chilly air. He swam east, following the shore. Thirty or so minutes out, Jake turned around and headed back.

"Someone is up early," Lizzie called from the end of the dock. She watched as Jake swam an easy breast stroke the final fifty feet in. She was wearing a very revealing tiny white bikini, the skimpiest one yet. Jake swam past the dock end, finally standing in four feet of water.

"You were still sleeping," Jake replied. "The lake looked too inviting." Despite the cool water, her cute bikini was making Jake hard, again. He climbed pnto the dock, revealing his arousal in the wet and clingy suit. She was as around as him, but he showed it with the tight, outlining bulge.

"Water must not be too cold," Lizzie said with a lustful look as her eyes ventured to Jake's anatomy.

"Or you are too hot," Jake replied as they embraced in a deep, erotic hug and kiss, her leg inserted between his, feeling his manhood. She gently massaged him as they kissed.

"Let's get breakfast," Lizzie suggested.

"I thought we already were having breakfast," a very stimulated Jake replied. The two held closer, creating uncontrollable urges, picking up where they left off. The lake was still quiet and they were still alone. Lizzie could feel Jake's desire growing, equal to her own.

"Let's go back to my room," she whispered, as the two broke apart. Jake's suit bulged with arousal, straining every Lycra fiber, barely holding him in. He was so aroused he could hardly walk. They never made it to her room, stopping at a dual plush lounger on the deck. They quickly resumed where they just left off. It was a blend of love, lust and erotic passion.

Lizzie untied Jake's suit and freed him of the constraint the tiny suit created. He grew massive, quickly. Her own urges were beyond where they had gone before. She untied her bikini bottom, letting it fall free, all the while they were in passionate kisses. She watched as Jake covered himself in the protection she had secretly left on the side table earlier. She guided him to exactly where he needed to be, feeling his powerful manhood grow inside her. "Oh Jake you feel amazing," she whispered. It was not long after that her urges released, followed by his. They held each other as their bodies calmed, still fully together.

"That was magical," Jake said.

It was a morning the would both never forget.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Sunday morning brought picture perfect weather for a bike ride. Allen woke at his usual 4:30AM to get his farm chores done. The window fan blew a cool breeze into the room. Ricky was still sleeping on the other twin bed in Allen's formerly shared room, looking scrumptious. Allen rummaged through his swimsuit tub and pulled out an older Nike swimsuit, a solid black one with white accent that ran up the sides and across the back. He stood naked in front of the fan, the cool air felt great as it blew across his manhood. He turned and looked in the mirror, admiring how his legs were becoming more defined, the result of his riding. He got hard, watching as he went to a full, spontaneous erection. He wrapped his hand around himself and teased his desires. He did not finish, no time. Instead he slipped into the swimsuit, his aroused manhood clearly visible. He had no clue Ricky watched the whole thing.

Allen opened his room door and headed to the bathroom. He could hear his sister already up making breakfast. The smell of coffee created an alluring aroma. His dad was long out the door and already working. Family breakfast on Sunday after chores was a tradition. Allen was quick in the bathroom, he had no time to waste. He headed downstairs, his arousal subsided, but still wearing nothing but the tight swimsuit.

"Good morning Sis," Allen said as he entered the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with juice.

"Haven't seen that suit in a long time," his sister said. "Looks good on you."

"Thanks," Allen replied. He headed into the laundry where he grabbed his jeans, a clean shirt and slipped them on, his swimsuit body transitioning to farm boy sexy. Within minutes he was out the door for three hours of chores. The tight jeans showing a nice bulge, his t shirt snug over his shoulders hiding the muscular abs underneath. Ricky was still upstairs sleeping. His promise of getting up early to help with chores lost out to a few more hours of sleep. Allen was okay with that, Ricky was cute but he would slow them both down.

Three hours later, Allen was covered in dust and dirt, his hair a murky mix of mud soaked in sweat. The reality of life on a farm, you got dirty, real dirty. Especially if you were out in the potato fields climbing over irrigation rigs or tilling. Today, Allen had done both. Life as a dirt farmer. He got back to the farmhouse and went in the barn and wheeled the old green bike out. He was going to take advantage of the swim practice free day to get in a good ride. His longest yet. He leaned the bike against the barn and headed back to the house to get cleaned up.

The outdoor shower was one of Allen's favorite post chore treats, especially as he got into his teen years. The shower was walled off by wood panels that went knee high to just over his head. The valves were functional rustic, one for hot and one for cold. The floor was made of concrete pavers, the water just ran off into the surrounding grass, which was always a lush deep green. The shower was already wet, meaning his dad was back in the house.

Allen turned the water on, adjusted the temp, and stood under fully clothed, watching as the dirt washed out of his jeans. As usual, he was already getting aroused, his bulge expanding. Allen had his morning rituals and his body knew the shower was about more than getting clean. He put some shampoo in his hair, a cheap brand from the local dollar store, but it did the trick. He watched as the soap ran over his shirt and jeans. Allen slowly removed his shirt, a sensual feeling overtaking his body. Then he slowly unbuttoned each button of his 501 slim fit jeans. He slid them off and threw them hanging over the side wall of the shower. He stood in just the tight black and white Nike swimsuit. It had a back seam that made for a tighter fit up front, especially aroused.

Allen lathered himself with soap and washed over his chest and down his legs. Every so often he would rub across his bulge, teasing his erotic urges. After several minutes of teasing, he untied the suit and slipped himself free, now totally naked and very aroused. He hung the suit on the door handle as his other hand massaged his most sensitive parts. He arched back, enjoying the feelings of urge pulsing through his body. He watched as his body thrust explosive releases across the shower, hitting the far wall, or shooting over. It was awesome.

His morning ritual finished, Allen slipped back in the wet suit, adjusted his still large anatomy, turned the water off and grabbed his wet clothes off the wall. He hung his wet jeans and shirt on the line in the yard and stood in the warm sun for a few minutes drip drying. His suit clung to him.

" Are you finished yet," his sister called. "Breakfast is almost ready." She knew her brother had his Sunday ritual.

"Coming now," Allen replied, chuckling at how that sounded. He headed inside, ready for a pre ride food feast, still in the damp and clingy swimsuit. Ricky was up now, wearing loose fitting shorts over his swimsuit from yesterday. He looked too damn cute, Allen thought. Ricky thought the same about Allen.

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Allen slid the cycling bib shorts over his muscular legs adjusting them as he got up around his mid section, then pulled the shoulder straps over. The fit was firm and tight. He wore them, of course, commando, the tight spandex molding to his anatomy leaving no question of position. The tight fit always created a bit of arousal. Next, Allen slipped on the colorful jersey, again creating a form fit. He stood in front of the mirror admiring how he looked.

Allen's cell phone rang, pulling him away from the mirror.

"Hey man, what you got planned for the day?" Asked Jake.

"I am riding to Patten," Allen replied.

"Dude, isn't that like 80 miles?" Jake questioned.

"Yeah, give or take," Allen answered.

"You really are crazy!" Jake exclaimed. "I was thinking about going tubing in the river, guess that is out for you."

"Sorry, man. I figured you'd be hanging with Lizzie".

"Let's do something later," Jake replied. "Be careful man, watch for moose!" Jake added, part tease but mostly serious.

Allen headed out of his room, ready for the longest ride yet. He had built amazing skill and endurance. Day by day he had become stronger, but this ride would test his endurance and skill in ways he could not imagine. This was a one way ride, Ricky would meet him at the end. Allen stuffed $20 in his jersey pocket, loaded the next pocket with granola bars for snacks, his cell phone in the third. He had two water bottles filled. He and Ricky kissed, in private. Sparks flew between both sets of legs.

"Look at my son, the serious cyclist," Dad said as Allen stood by his bike. A ping of jealousy at hi youth mixed with pride. "I am really proud of you," he added. Ricky stood back, letting the father son moment unfold.

"Thanks, Dad," a misty eyed Allen replied. He did look stunningly athletic and handsome in his colorful cycle gear.

Dad opened his wallet and handed his son a $10 bill. "I know you got money, but just in case...". Dad trailed off. "You got tubes?"

"Two, Dad, and the pump." Allen pointed at the small pump mounted aside his water bottle. "Batteries charged in the lights, too".

"Back in my day, we didn't have helmets, we clipped pant legs, you cyclists are so much smarter," Dad observed. "Now get going," he finished. Allen spontaneously hugged his father, a memory they would carry forever. Moist eyes and all, Allen mounted the regal old green bike and headed down the drive. A left onto the road would lead him to Maine route 11. From there he would head south, crossing over The big hill out of Portage Lake, continuing south toward Ashland. The grand ride had begun.

Ricky started the pick up and headed out, a one man SAG support. At least for now. Ricky took out his cell phone and began calling the team, starting with Stormy.

[Swimmboy]

It is a little bit embarrassing, but when I read a chapter describing Jake's maleness 'straining' against his small suit, or Allen touching himself so intimately in his bed, or in the shower, I tend to experience similar reactions in my own body. Guess that's what great, stimulating writing can do for you! Glad Jake and Lizzie have finally come together, so to speak. Now we will see what's ahead in Allen's future! An 80 mile bike ride sounds brutal - 10 miles is the most I've ever done. But I did swim 2,500 meters today!

[nespeedoguy]

Hot story s t s :) always fun to read and enjoy speedo time!

[a speedo minded guy]

STS, loving the story. Please continue

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Allen is riding to Patten, we need to cheer him on," the text went out to the entire guys swim team. "Let's meet in Ashland". Ricky was determined to give Allen a whole cheering squad.

Allen had no clue what was in the works. He headed south along route 11, the abundant North Maine Woods along both sides of the road. He pushed up the climb out of Portage Lake, then enjoyed the steep downhill as he glided toward Ashland ten miles ahead. Logging traffic was almost nonexistent, which made Sunday a perfect day for long rides. The cool morning was turning warmer. The humidity was in the low 80's, which meant Allen's tight spandex cycling kit was already clinging to him, soaked in sweat. Ricky came up beside him, slowing to check on his rider. Allen looked so strong and lean, Ricky smiled at the image. Assured all was good by Allen's thumbs up, Ricky continued on toward the first rest stop.

"I'm in," came the text from Jake. Several other team members followed. Even Stormy said he would try to meet up later, which Jake took as progress. Ricky read each one, a bad move while driving, but a reality of his generation.

"Bring or wear your team suit," Ricky told them all, again texting at 60 mph. He rounded the bend, the Aroostook river to his left. It was full and flowing, reflective of the recent rain. Ricky pulled into the vacant lot where 11 made its left to Ashland. Allen was five miles back, rolling at 19.5 mph, a good pace for him, especially on the slight downhill stretch into town. He would increase that to 21 as he got closer.

Ricky hopped out of the truck, wearing a UMaine shirt over blue soccer shorts. Under he had on a brand new Q swimwear brief, brightly colored against a black background. It was his first time wearing it. He loved how it felt on. So much so, he yanked off the shorts, exposing the swimsuit, peaking out from his shirt. A spontaneous erection quickly filled the suit.

Stormy listened to Ricky's message twice, laying in bed. He was still wearing the jammers he had on last night. He was hard, his hand holding himself. "You really should do this," he said to himself. "Make the best of it," he added in his mind. He asked Siri how far to the school in Ashland, the designated meeting spot. When she replied thirty three minutes he knew he had little time. He jumped from the bed, his boner succumbing to the urgency of the situation. He grabbed his tote of swimsuits and headed into the shower.

"Be there," came the short text. A reply from Stormy that Ricky never expected. In all, six guys from the team were in. As Ricky set the phone back in the truck, a hot and handsome Allen guided the old green bike into the lot.

"I feel great," Allen said as he stood over the bike, the crossbar almost touching his bulging crotch. "Hot, twenty miles in, sixty to go." Ricky refilled his water bottles. It was not exactly the refuel on the fly of the Tour de France, but it was a support team. "Looks like someone got a new swimsuit," Allen noticed.

"Yeah, I really like how it feels on," Ricky replied, as he pulled up his shirt to show it off.

"You look great in it, you should ditch the shirt,". Allen replied. It was clear Ricky was still aroused.

"Maybe later," Ricky replied. After a five minute break, Allen pushed off. He headed straight, skipping the turn into Ashland. Instead, he would follow Garfield Road along the ridge. He had a couple mile gentle climb, but the view from the high range was fantastic. Ricky headed left to town, excited to join the other guys from the team. Even Jake had given up a day with Lizzie to cheer on his best friend.

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The red Miata sped along route 163 toward Ashland, but this time Stormy obeyed the speed limit through Mapleton. Stormy wore a very tight cropped Lycra blend shirt over a MP square cut print swimsuit. It was the first time wearing it, in fact the first time he wore a suit other than a jammer. He debated it for several minutes, before deciding it was time for a new image. He and AJ had bought the more revealing suits, intended for a private weekend that never happened. Being used to jammers, Stormy felt awkwardly naked. Stormy had no clue the pickup truck following him was Jake, along with Devon.

"Isn't that Stormy?" Devon asked. "There is no way he'd come do anything with the team," Devon added. .

"Maybe Ricky invited him, he was really trying to get Stormy involved," Jake replied. "Hopefully he is not being his usual jerk."

The Miata and the truck followed each other into the gravel lot of the Ashland grocery store, a smaller, independent market that looked exactly like one would expect in a rural community thirty minutes from nowhere. Most of the team of guys were already there, most in shorts, but a few daring ones in various team suits. The few shoppers didn't seem to mind either form of attire. The team converged on the sport drinks and snack food aisles with the boundless enthusiasm that comes with youth on a free day from practice. The shopping cart looked aced with all the essentials, they headed for the register.

Andrea was a cute girl with short tan hair, dimples and a sweet smile. Her delight showed when the pack of cute guys lined up before her, some in cute swim team suits. All of them hot. Warm tingles ran through her. "Hi guys," she said somewhat bashful. "Must be a swim meet today?" She asked as she started keying in the items in the old register. The guys all chuckled, realizing they must look pretty out of place in their suits.

"No, but we are the support crew for a guy doing an eighty mile bike ride?" Devon replied. He found Andrea sweet. So sweet he was getting hard in his tight swimsuit. Right now, he wished he had shorts, or at least a longer shirt. Andrea noticed, her eyes checking out his growing bulge.

"Wow, that must be pretty hard," she replied, not intending the pun. Devon blushed anyway.

"Yeah, it is," he replied, answering to both the ride and himself.

"Well, have fun guys,". Andrea said as they loaded the last of the bags in the cart. The guys headed out, but Devon stayed back. There was no one in line. He learned she was 19, lived right in town. She smiled when Devon said he was 18, lived over in Washburn, and thought she was cute. They exchanged cell numbers when she accepted his offer to go out sometime. Devon left, harder than ever, and excited to get to know the cute cashier.

[nespeedoguy]

Good story can't wait to here about what happens next!

[Swimmboy]

Glad you are back writing about our favorite swimmers! And I'm happy to see Stormy starting to come around and join with his teammates. But looking at the map, it's a very long ride for Allen to get all the way to Patten - I think he will need a nice massage when he gets there!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Allen rejoined state route 11, just north of Masardis, a tiny little collection of homes tucked against the river. The general store, the last real business in town had burnt down a year ago, its charred cement pad the only remains. The old green bike topped 32 miles per hour coming off the steep descent into town, well above the 25 speed limit. Allen pushed hard on the pedals, as he glided through town. He was a third of the way through the ride, feeling really strong. Heading the opposite way, a guy on a stealth looking BMC was coming fast. He was dressed in a white cycling kit with various red, blue and green logos. Allen watched as he approached, dropped down on aero bars and cutting the wind like a knife in soft butter.

As they passed, the cyclist nodded acknowledgment to Allen, who quickly recognized him as one of the two triathletes at the ice cream stand. "Hey Sky," Allen called out. If Sky heard him, he did not respond. Allen glanced back to watch as Sky ascended the steep hill with ease. Allen's veins filled with adrenaline, his competitive ego kicking in. Sky had been out for five hours and already had 110 miles behind him and 15 left to go. His white cycling kit, a one piece skin suit was soaked and looking a bit sheer. From a distance, the sheerness not visible, but up close his features were slightly visible. In a flash, Sky was up the hill and out of sight.

The climb to Oxbow is killer. A steep 9% grade out of Masardis becomes a steady grade for three or four miles. The road narrows, the lungs gasp, the quads burn, any arousal withers to a sweaty mess inside a Lycra grip. "This f.cking sucks," a gasping Allen said under his breath as every ounce of energy left him. He was hard pressed to push ten mile per hour. The easy ride became long, with a longer way to go. He sucked water from his bottle, the last few ounces that remained.

"He is almost here," Ricky called out to the group, which now numbered seven guys, all of them in some type of tight swimwear, and two girls, both in very skimpy bikinis. The group lined up, along the right side of the road where Oxbow Rd meets route 11. It had to be an unusual sight as seven guys in nothing but skimpy, bulging swimsuits created a rainbow of colors, interspersed with the two girls wearing barely there bikinis. Was it any wonder the bulges were so on display. The best part was each guy had a black letter painted on his smooth, hair free chest, which now spelled out GO ALLEN. Even Stormy was in the mix, his colorful square cut revealing his very prominent package. A car drove past, an older couple, who looked surprised and amused at the younger folks.

Allen rounded the final curve as the narrow road began a slight downhill toward the Oxbow turn. He had arranged with Ricky to meet, and he was ready for a refresh. His flashing front light was the first thing the group saw. "There he is!" Yelled one of the girls. A Bluetooth speaker blared a mix of sports jams, as the group lined the road, chanting "Allen, Allen...".

Allen's heart raced with excitement as he saw his teammates. He could not believe all of them were out there cheering him. As much as he was drained from the climb out of Masardis, his cycling shorts bulged with his arousal at the image of the hot guys in their swimsuits. He pumped one hand as he road toward the group. They surrounded him, cheering so loud every Moose in a ten mile radius heard them.

"You are doing awesome," Jake told Allen as the two guys hugged. Allen grew hard as their bulges touched. Jake did too, both showing in their tight Lycra gear. "How do you feel? Half way there?"

"Well, everything still works," Allen smirked as he said it, a direct reference to the aroused bulge he was sporting. Jake knew what he meant and they both smiled. "Not looking forward to the rolling hills after 212." The guys refilled his water bottles, acting as a pit crew. The two girls got Allen energy bars.

"Hey Stormy, hot looking suit," Allen complimented him. "Thanks for coming out," he added. Stormy still felt awkward with the group, but everyone was welcoming, even Jake, who had the most reason not to. Stormy gave Allen a thumbs up. He really did look hot in the suit, while a far less revealing suit than the briefs the rest of the guys wore, he was rocking it well.

The music started. The group lined up. Seven high fives later, Allen pushed off on the second half of his journey, his bulging shorts revealing his continued arousal as he bent over the bars of the old green bike. He still had a long ride ahead, through the segment known as Moose alley. He was still hard a mile into the ride.

[Swimmboy]

Really love the descriptions of the countryside - makes me feel like I'm riding right next to Allen! And of course the hot guys in their little, bulging swimsuits...

[a speedo minded guy]

STS,

Another nice chapter. I love that Allen has his own pit crew. Normally those are not provided unless he's in a race. Keep up the great work!!!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Ricky started the pick up, and headed South on Route 11, one of the nations hidden gems as a scenic byway. To his right, Stormy took it all in. A far different world from the affluence of his Phoenix and Scottsdale upbringing. Ricky loved his truck, an older F150 from a year that started with a 1, a far cry from the sporty $25000 MX 5 Miata sports car Stormy took for granted. The love of car, or truck, was no less deep. Ricky, like Allen and most of the team, was a farm kid. Modest upbringing filled with family values, love, and acceptance. Stormy's paradigm was being shaken. In a good way. If nothing else, he had never ridden in a truck. Stormy smirked, old habits die slow, when playing music meant a CD in the slot, rather than Bluetooth streaming from an iPhone.

The ride started awkward all the way back from Ashland, where Stormy left the Miata behind. Here he was, in an old truck, with a tank top and skimpy square cut swimsuit. No shorts. Stormy was actually nervous, feeling vulnerable, a far different disposition than the cocky swimmer he had been to this point. He did, however, find Ricky to be cute, really cute. He was lean, muscular, and kind. Ricky had the most handsome smile, and the way he filled out his swimsuit was making Stormy hard. Ricky was equally turned on.

"I figure the team must hate me," Stormy finally broke the silence as the truck bounced down Route 11.

"Not really," Ricky replied, looking over. "Some think you can be a real dick, but I think the team actually likes you."

"I know Jake hates me," Stormy continued.

"You'd be shocked. Jake is the nicest guy on the team. I am sure he does not hate you. He probably just wants to know what your problem is," Ricky answered.

"That's cool," Stormy replied. He adjusted his erect anatomy. Ricky was making him crazy with desire. They faded back to silence as Kenny Chesney played. Stormy started thinking of AJ, wondering what he was doing.

"Must be hard moving your senior year," Ricky resumed the conversation. Stormy's eyes wandered in exploration over Ricky's body. Especially the way Ricky's bulging package displayed as he drove. Stormy's erection grew harder. A few see pages of wetness released into the material of his brand new suit.

"Yeah, it does," Stormy replied,Ashe swiped away the wet spot that had formed on his suit. He could feel that if he wasn't careful, that spot could get explosively bigger. Maybe it was already too late, he feared. "So, you must have a girlfriend," Stormy asked,

"Me, no," Ricky replied. "A few dates, but I guess I have just not gotten into the whole girl thing," Ricky continued. "I mean they are cute and all, but I am more into swimming and the guys on the team." It was an elusive answer that raised more curiosity than answers. Ricky glanced over at Stormy.

"You and I sound alike," Stormy replied. Stormy rested his left hand on Ricky's right leg just above the knee. Ricky did not pull away.

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The ride south of Oxbow for the next 25 miles winds through dense woodlands and low wetland. It is perfect Moose habitat, as evidenced by the warning signs and the skid marks. The road winds and rolls, passing only an occasional cabin. One by one, each car carrying Allen's swimsuit wearing support crew passed by. Allen was feeling great, energy stores back up. He was rolling at 18.5 mph. The trees provided some cover from the sun. Only his balls were feeling the impact of the ride, in every sense of it.

He was twenty miles from the next rest stop when he hit fifty miles. As he rounded the downhill curve, his speed kicked up to 23.2 mph, he heard a rustle. He caught sight of the massive beast just before the bull moose bounded onto the road in front of him. Allen locked the brakes, the bike skidded left. The moose stopped and was staring straight at Allen. Thankfully, Allen stayed upright, stopping just 25 feet from the six foot tall animal, so close he could hear it breath, or maybe it was Allen gasping for air.

"Holy shit," Allen said, as he stood frozen, the crossbar of the old green bike between his legs. Allen was not sure what to do next. The moose seemed more curious than threatening, as they both watched each other. "Go on," Allen said, as if the moose would understand. Finally, after a short stare down that felt like an hour, the big, clumsy animal continued across the road.

"No one will ever believe this story," Allen thought to himself as he remounted the bike.

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"Hey, I know this really cool swimming spot along the river," Ricky said to Stormy as he made a right onto a dirt logging road. "We got some time," he added. The truck bounced through the unkept dirt road's ruts. A mile in, Ricky turned onto a smaller lane, following it half a mile to a clearing along the river. The river bend had created a wide soft sandy shore. It was a secluded, secret spot most folks, even locals, didn't know existed. Ricky stopped the truck just short of the shore. "This is it. The water is shallow and it will be cool."

"Sweet spot," Stormy replied, as both guys got out of the truck. It was isolated,private, and very bucolic.

"I am going in," Ricky called out as he walked out into the water. Stormy grew hard again as he watched the muscular, swimsuit only masculine body venture into the river. Ricky had the perfect swimmer's butt, matching what he offered up front. "Come on Stormy," Ricky called out, now turned to face his new friend. Stormy was gorgeous, he looked so hot in the form fit of his print square cut. His bulge was perfect. Both guys were getting hard.

Stormy darted toward Ricky, grabbing him as they both fell into the cool river. They stood, Stormy behind Ricky, arms around Ricky's waist, Stormy's bulge hitting against Ricky. Neither guy fought the moment, instead they turned and embraced, feeling their frontal bulges touch and rub.

"Maybe I should have asked if you had a boyfriend," Stormy whispered.

"I do now," Ricky replied, as they both held tight, close.

"You got me all turned on," Stormy said. He could feel urges rising in his anatomy. Ricky was feeling the same. Ricky slid his hand down, feeling Stormy in the tight grip of the suit. "Oh man, Ricky," Stormy moaned. Stormy pressed hard into Ricky's grip, the full outline of his erect manhood being held in Ricky's palm. Ricky grew so aroused, his tiny swimsuit hardly able to contain him. He gently caressed Stormy, feeling him grow with uncontrollable arousal. "Oh man," Stormy pleaded as Ricky felt him grow firm and rigid. Stormy was breathing hard, his pelvis shaking. Ricky held him tighter, feeling him.

The orgasm was massive and intense, as Stormy thrust into Ricky's hand. Six or seven hard thrusts, followed by several softer releases. "Oh man, I can't believe I just did that," a winded Stormy whispered.

"You were amazing," Ricky replied. His own erection seeking a similar outcome. Stormy kissed Ricky. His hand ventured the same as Ricky's did before. Ricky was ready. It didn't take long.

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[dm106]

Awesome, STS, can't wait to continue reading!

[Swimmboy]

Oh wow - that was just so hot, yet also very sweet. Ricky and Stormy, what a hot pairing, and Ricky in nothing but his skimpy little swimsuit as Stormy begins to touch him. Next chapter please!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The flashing blue lights went on as the Maine state trooper came upon the cluster of near naked, swimsuit wearing gang of now ten clustered at the weigh station just north of the intersection with Route 212. The weigh station was hardly ever used, except as a meeting point and a spot for the police to take radar. It mostly sat empty. "What's going on here?" the middle aged officer asked. He scoped them out with a stern, scolding stare.

"Our teammate is riding to Patten," Jake started to answer. "We are his support team and cheering him on."

"Riding what?" The officer asked.

"A bike, you know, the kind you pedal," Jake replied, not intending for his answer to come out as sarcastic as it did.

"You getting smart with me?" The officer asked.

"No sir," Jake quickly assured him. "I said that to distinguish his bike from a motorcycle." The explanation made sense and seemed to ease the tension.

"What is with the swimsuits, speedos?" the officer asked.

"We are all on swim team together," Devon took over answers. "It seemed like a fun idea, but I guess it does look weird."

"Certainly raises an eyebrow," the officer replied, now grinning. "So how far away is your buddy?"

"We guess he is pretty close," Devon replied.

"Well, let's give him a real welcome!" The reply took the team off guard, as the police officer pulled his cruiser out to the side of the road. When he got back out of the car, he motioned for the team to line up on the pull out road. "I was on swim team back in the day, still do swim, too," the officer replied. "What is your friend's name."

"Allen," replied the whole team. Just as they said it,Allen's flashing front light came into view. "There he is!" Everyone yelled. The police car maneuvered diagonal in the road, lights flashing.

"Way to go Allen," the officer called through the car's intercom. The team cheered and yelled as Allen approached. The officer got out of the car and directed Allen into the left turn to the weigh station. He then followed behind. The team surrounded Allen as he dismounted the bike.

"You all be careful," the officer said as he wheeled the cruiser around and blew the siren. He left as fast as he showed. "Gotta love swimmers," he said to himself as he headed north up the two lane road.

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Chris was sitting on the back porch of his rented two bedroom house in Fort Fairfield, near where he grew up. He was wearing a very colorful Bang swim brief he had just bought on line. He loved how the suit fit him, and made him feel aroused. He was scanning his iPad, reading the latest tweets from swimming world on some world class swim meet. The chime of a new email did not startle him, but who it was from did. The subject line read "memories and mistakes". It was from Sherie, the girl he dated for three years of college, starting with band practice before his Europe trip, at the college he would eventually swim for. The college his attraction to Sherie pulled him to. The break up wasn't ugly, rather it was sudden. Sherie said she wanted something different, something more. She was cute, the romance was hot. When the breakup happened Chris was devastated.

Sherie attached three photos of the two of them, at a lake right after they met, in Paris, and at a college meet. The common thread in all of them was how hot she looked and how hard he was in his swimsuit. He smiled at how much she drove him wild. The images and the memories caused him to grow hard in the tight and tiny swimsuit. Even the thought of her drove him horny. "I think about you everyday, how sweet you are, how stunning you look, and how you made me feel," Sherie wrote. "I hope you are happy. If you ever want to get together, know I am willing."

Chris read the note several times over. He smiled at the idea of a rekindled romance. He wondered what brought on the inquiry. He laid back in the lounger and closed his eyes. A response would come later. He had to think it through.

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"Twenty miles left, how do you feel?" Jake asked Allen, hand on Allen's sweaty Lycra wrapped shoulder. Allen looked hot, salt residue from his sweat lined his face. It was clear the ride was getting long now, and taking its toll. Allen gulped down water as if he had been stranded in the desert. He even poured half a bottle over his head.

"I am good," Allen replied, confidently. He knew the next segment would be the hardest. It was the last one, and by far the hilliest portion. He ate an energy bar, feeling the blood start flowing into his male parts, causing him to grow the bulge showing in his bib shorts. He rubbed himself with the free hand.

Ricky and Devon reached between his legs, slipping the refreshed water bottles into their holders, sixty ounces of diluted replenishment fluid that would be long gone by the time he hit Patten. "Thanks," Allen said.

After a fifteen minute break, Allen mounted the old green bike, his seat pressing into his crotch. He did a slow rolling u-turn and headed back out to route 11. The team cheered and yelled encouragement as Allen made the left onto the main road. He was off on the last leg of his journey, his energy raved by the support of the team. As he passed the 212 intersection he began a long and winding downhill, his speed pushing near 30 between braking for the curves. The downhill run was nice, but it hinted of the tougher climbs to come. For the first time in the ride, Allen was ready for the end, the chance to get off the bike, and free of the tight grip of the spandex outfit. Maybe even get into a very skimpy swimsuit for some post ride fun.

[Swimmboy]

I liked the way the officer interacted with the boys in their suits. And the fact he himself was/still is a swimmer! And Chris - we haven't seen him for a while now - glad to know he may re-enter the story. I really liked reading about his exploits on the European trip.

[a speedo minded guy]

STS

Loving the story. Please continue!!!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

"You like wearing those tiny swimsuits," Stormy asked more as a statement than a question. He was still wearing the MP square cut he started the day in. Ricky was in the hot looking Q Swimwear suit, still showing a nice package, both guys were. "I have never worn one," Stormy added.

"Yeah, I think they are really cool," Ricky replied. "Not for everyone, I guess." The two guys passed Allen as he rolled down a steep hill, he looked authentic cyclist as he tucked low on the bars to take advantage of the speed. "Look at him go," Ricky shifted the subject. Ricky's eyes wandered from Allen to Stormy, the way he looked all aroused in the tight suit. Stormy's hand somewhat masking the erection he was still sporting. "You look great in that suit, you would rock a smaller suit," Ricky shifted back to the topic at hand.

"Maybe," Stormy replied. "All the guys on my old team wore jammers, but seeing all of you in those racer suits..." Stormy gave Ricky a smirk. He never finished, Ricky knew what he was going to say.

"Well, I like you in jammers, too," Ricky replied. "You look wicked hot in anything."

"Thanks, man. So do you." Stormy replied, blushing and more aroused. He felt himself get full on hard, even a little wetness seeping out. If they kept talking he was going to loose control right there. Ricky slid his right hand onto Stormy's leg. Up high, very high. Stormy reclined back in the seat. "Oh man," he moaned. Ricky knew he was going to make Stormy go crazy. Exactly his plan.

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The climb through Mount Chase was brutal. Mount Chase was the last big hill, an endless climb that came late and long in the ride. Allen was beat, his Spandex cycling kit was soaked, clingy, and feeling grimy more than comfortable. His legs screamed for it to be over, so did his mind. He was pushing hard in the small ring up front and the big ring back, the old derailleur system grinding at the extreme setting. Top speed was 6.5, but Allen did not care. He was happy to be upright and moving.

A car full of girls, probably tourists, came by and honked and screamed. About caused him to fall. In his agitation, Allen mustered a hand gesture back at them. "Bull shit," he yelled. The sun was hot, the day was long and he still had the hardest of the hill to go, a half mile 12% grade that would about do him in. He looked down at the road, watching the white line slowly move beneath his front wheel. He was up, off the seat, pushing all he could to keep enough momentum to stay upright. Sweat filled his eyes and poured from his face. The crossbar of his bike soaking in the sweat dripping off him.

"You got this!" The voice pushed adrenaline into Allen's veins. He pushed harder. "Keep going, you are nailing it!" the voice called again. Allen was just a few hundred feet off the crest. He finally looked up to see Chris, standing outside his handsome F150 wearing nothing but his white Zumo California Republic brief, the one Sherie liked. It was like seeing a mirage in the desert. Allen smiled, a big grinning smile. He finally crested the hill. Chris grabbed the bars holding the bike upright. Allen was too tired to even unclip the pedals.

"Wow, that was an impressive climb!" Chris complimented Allen. "You rocked that!" Chris held the bike steady as Allen caught his breath. The salt was caked on his face, the remnants of his hard climbs the last few miles in the heat of the day.

"That f..king sucked," Allen gasped out. "But, I made it!" Allen slowly I clipped his left foot, then his right and stood over the bike. His shorts were dripping with the sweat that had drained off his face and arms in the 72% humidity. His masculine odor permeated the air. Allen was totally drained. If he could get off the bike now, he would.

Chris raised up a gallon of water. "Ready?" He asked. Allen nodded as the water came streaming over him, a welcome relief of fresh, cool, clean wonderfulness. A second gallon followed, as the spandex kit clung to Allen's body, wet and refreshed. The feeling was awesome.

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[shaulis]

STS, Great story so far and as usual you paint the perfect picture with words

Brian

[shaulis]

STS,

I've read your entire story up to this point and this is one of the best written. All of your characters are sketched out as if we knew them in real life and could point out friend or family member with the same attributes. I am in awe of your writing abilities.

Thank You for the great story so far I hope there are more chapters to come.

Brian

[Swimmboy]

Good to see Chris show up to give Allen moral support - and wearing his swimsuit! And nice that Ricky's 'interest' in Stormy might bring Stormy into the tight-knit group of guys.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Lizzie sat in the middle of Jake's truck as they headed south toward the big finish in Patten. She smiled at her situation, riding between two guys wearing skimpy little swimsuits and her in a bikini that barely covered her. She reflected on how freaked out her mom was about Jake the first time he went to her house in his swimsuit. If only she saw her daughter now, Jake to her left and Devon to her right, Devon didn't even have his shirt on. A cute guy totally naked but for the tight two inch band of Lycra that bulged over his anatomy. Both guys looked so damn hot, the usually aroused Lizzie could hardly control herself. She studied how Devon's suit showed every detail of his male parts, even the cut line. She wondered if he was horny, the way he was bulging in the suit. He certainly looked hard. Devon wasn't, but he made suits look well filled out.

"Allen's coming up on the right," Jake announced. He was just starting the climb toward Mt. Chase, before he hooked up with Chris. "He looks like he is riding good," Jake added.

"He must be close to 75 miles now," Devon observed. The sight of Allen took their minds off other things, if only for a few minutes. Jake gave wide space as the trio drove slowly passing their riding hero. Up closer, you could see the strain on Allen's face as he started the tough climb. He reached down and adjusted the gearing, going to the small front ring and a larger rear. The team cheered as they passed. Allen mustered a smile and a half hearted thumbs up. It was hot, he was wet with sweat, salt caked on his face, even his helmet straps were white with salt. He was tired, the ride was getting long.

"He looks like he is ready for it to be over," Jake said.

"Yeah, but he is still riding strong," Devon replied. "Not sure I would ever ride a bike that long." Jake blew the horn as they were well past, his last yell of encouragement to his best friend.

"That was fun," Lizzie chimed in as everyone sat back in the seats. Jake returned to 50mph. Lizzie's eyes wandered to both guys suits. A tingle of desire pulsed between her own legs. Devon still looked aroused, Jake not so much. Lizzie rested her hand high on Jake's right leg, all the way to where his suit's narrow lower leg seam met his bare skin. Her fingers could touch his most sensitive parts, which she let them to. She guided her index finger along the outline of him, softly. Jake responded immediately, his bulge growing massive. He did not fight it. Devon watched Lizzie's hand, he imagined the feeling. He started to grow along with Jake. It became clear he was not hard earlier, but it was more clear that he was getting hard now. For both guys, the tiny suits struggled to contain them. "She is stroking him," Devon thought to himself in disbelief.

Jake could feel his urge growing fast, too fast. Being around Lizzie in a tiny swimsuit all morning had built up desire he was about to lose control of. He gently slid her hand down his leg. He had to focus on driving, which was becoming difficult. He was growing and pressing hard against the tight suit. Lizzie slid her hand back, this time more boldly feeling him. Devon watched as she slid her hand over Jake's bulge, Devon grew even more aroused as he imagined the feeling. He could feel her imaginary hand on him, teasing him, arousing him. He closed his eyes, feeling his arousal grow.

"I need to drive," Jake said, hopping Lizzie took the hint. Jake was doing all he could to stay grounded and keep himself in check. He could feel the sensation building between his legs. A soft thrust let out a slight shot of wetness. His suit soaked it in, forming a wet spot. He knew there was more to come. "We got some time," Jake said as he made a right onto a slightly traveled rural road. Farm fields lined both sides as they headed west, directly ahead a ridge of mountains that made up the state park. The road was private, secluded. Row upon row of potato crop lined both sides.

Lizzie let her leg slide against Devon's, acting as if she didn't notice. As much as Jake was trying to keep control, it was Devon who was most struggling. He wished he had his shirt, but it was in the duffle bag in the bed of the truck. He was feeling so exposed in the tight two inch band of swimsuit with his massive erection stretching the suit into a bulging display of erotic desire. Devon had rarely been publicly hard in a swimsuit, and had never exploded in one. "Please, get a grip," Devon said to himself. He stretched a leg out, hoping he could ease the arousal. He could not believe how hard he was or how close he was. The bumps of the road created pulsation that only made things worse. The tight suit kept getting tighter.

Lizzie was as aroused as the guys. Her own tingling sensations teased her, as her warmth soaked into the tiny string bikini bottom. She could feel Jake inside her, all in her mind, of course. The outline of him as he massaged her. Like the guys, she was close. Far closer than them. Her left hand slowly stroked Jake, bringing him so close. He was breathing harder. The truck slowing. Her right hand, with one finger followed Devon's quad muscles, careful to not actually feel the parts of him that she so loved on Jake. Enough, though to bring him to an explosive loss of control.

"Damn, Lizzie," Jake said in a very lustful way. He knew he had lost the battle. The first thrust about sent him out of his seat as he exploded into the tight suit and the grip of her hand. She released with him, her inner self pulsating as wetness soaked her bikini. Jake's thrusts were powerful, masculine, intense. He kept thrusting, the truck dead stopped. Devon had his eyes closed. Lizzie's hand went higher, finally feeling him. It did not take much.

"Oh Shit," Devon called out as he felt the first signs of an atomic orgasm. His legs went straight and stiff as the first massive pulse of release shot out of him, through the suit. Five more powerful jolts followed, finally easing off to soak his suit with sticky masculine release. His heart raced. He could not believe he lost it like that. "Sorry," Devon said softly as he covered his wet suit with his hands. Breathless, the trio sat silent. On the main road behind them Allen had just finished his last big climb. The finish line was a rolling downhill roll ahead. All three needed to get cleaned up, fast.

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The water dousing by Chris was more than refreshing, it washed away the salty grime of sweat from Allen's face. Chris and Allen chatted for a few minutes as the looked at the road ahead. Patten was a mere five miles ahead, all downhill. The one street town visible in the distance. "The hard work is over, enjoy this part," Chris encouraged him. Allen remounted the old green bike as two cars full of teammates passed by, horns blowing and cheers screaming. Allen started the downhill ride. Chris stood and watched as he began the easy roll.

About 50 feet out Allen turned his head back. "By the way, cool freaking suit," he yelled back to Chris. Chris smiled back. It was Sherie's favorite. He looked down at his suit, it still felt great on and looked awesome. He still rocked it well. He felt himself get a little aroused.

The bike almost rode itself on the long downhill, edging up past 19 as Allen gained speed. He needed it, because he had a short, steep uphill to take on before the coasting finish resumed. It wasn't long, but it was easily a 10% grade for about 1000 feet, enough to suck away any speed and pull a rider out of his seat. Allen made it almost half way before he had to stand and press out a climb. His wet, clingy spandex kit clung to him. Chris went by just as Allen crested the climb. Over the next mile, one by one, the parade of team went by cheering and screaming.

Allen coasted, catching his breath. He could see the town of Patten. He could feel the end coming. He was ready to be off the bike and out of the wet, sweaty spandex wrap of his gear. Head down, Allen powered up the speed, watching as the town inched closer. The small airstrip on his left marked the mile out point.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

"We will just make it," Jake said as he spotted Allen ahead. The trio, both guys in new, clean suits, sped down the road, passing Allen with less than half a mile to go. The rest of the team was already lined up in front of the seasonal ice cream shop at the corner of Route 159. Allen was clearly visible, the team was going crazy, as were some of the customers of the shop. It looked like a mini version of the Tour de France.

Jake, Lizzie and Devon joined the group just as Allen was a block away. He looked stealth on the old green bike. "Allen, Allen..." the team chanted. Allen came in strong and fast as the team gave him high fives all the way. He coasted past continuing a few hundred feet before looping back and doing it all again. No one was sure if it was tears or sweat rolling down his face, but the joy was obvious.

"Thank God that is over," Allen said. "You guys are so great." He stood over the bike. The girls gave him hugs, so did some of the guys. Allen soaked up all the attention.

"How far did you actually ride?" Chris asked. Allen looked at his cycling computer.

"85.4," he replied.

"That is really cool," Jake chimed in. "You were awesome out there. Let's get you off that bike,". Jake held the bike as Allen dismounted. Five hours plus after getting on it, Allen no longer had a bicycle between his legs.

"How are your balls?" Jake whispered.

"They fell off thirty miles ago," Allen replied with a grin. He rubbed his front as they walked. Blood flow was returning to places it had not been, giving him a bit of an erection, which the cycling bib shorts did not hide. Allen didn't care, either.

Ricky and Stormy joined Jake and Allen. It was an unusual mix, three hot swimmers in their various suits and Allen enveloped in tight spandex. One by one the rest of the team joined, filling three tables. Girls and guys who looked more ready for the pool than a roadside lunch. The celebration began.

[dm106]

Very hot and excellent story! Please continue when you can.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Ricky rested his hand on Stormy's leg under the table, feeling his strong muscles. Stormy didn't pull away, letting Ricky gently massage his quads. Stormy grew hard, but no one could see, so he just enjoyed the feeling. Allen sat directly opposite, next to Jake. Chris was at the end. Hannah, one of the girls on the team circulated her cell phone showing various pictures she captured of the ride.

"I really like this one," she announced. It was of Allen making the tough climb out of Masardis. He was up on the pedals, his face showed the intensity of his effort. It was a front shot, Allen bent at the waist over the bars. His shorts clinging to him, showing a very masculine bulge, all aspects clearly defined.

"That is an amazing picture," Lizzie replied as she handed the phone down the line. "Send me that one," she added. There was certainly a reason to save it, beyond its cycling portrayal of male power. That bulge shot was a perfect candid capture of maleness in motion. Hannah forwarded the picture to the team.

"Dude, look at your package," Ricky said as he viewed it. Allen blushed at the remark. "That shows more bulge than your swimsuits," Ricky added. The picture was turning him on. The team laughed at the observation, Hannah said she agreed.

"I didn't think you could get a boner riding a bike," Jake whispered to his friend, grinning. "What did you see, some cute moose?" Jake teased.

"Always ready for action," Allen responded. "Plus I was thinking about what you and I could do after the ride." All the banter about his bulge was making him fill out the bib shorts again. The team carried on about the picture for several minutes. A few of the girls even saved the picture as their backdrop. Allen's bulging shorts dead center on their iPhones.

After 45 minutes the team started to break away, with hugs and pats of encouragement. Jake, Devon, Ricky and Stormy remained. Chris had long left, thinking about Sherie's note. "Let's get your bike loaded," Ricky said.

"Not yet," a rested and refreshed Allen said. "I was thinking, it is only 15 more miles to make this a century," Allen added. "If I ride to Staceyville and back....". He trailed off in contemplation.

"I say go for it," Stormy answered first. "You are this close!" Jake, Devon and Ricky agreed. It was only a little after noon, the ride would take one more hour.

"You got that big hill out of town," Jake warned.

"Yeah, but I feel pretty good," Allen replied. His cycling kit was dry, a bit of residual salt. The only pain he had was in his crushed balls from the old bike seat, a vintage from back before cyclists worried about their anatomy. "My balls might not like it," he added.

Allen mounted the bike as the guys filled his water bottles with fresh sports drink. "See you in Stacyville," Jake called out as Allen resumed his ride. He rolled through Patten at a solid 19 mph, on the slight downhill. He took the quick dip at the edge of town fast, giving him momentum up the big hill south of town. A steep grade that gave trucks a challenge, not to mention bikes. Allen was determined to make 100 miles in a renewed sense of drive. If only someone had a camera, he stood on the climb, showing a far bigger bulge than the last action picture. Allen was excited and aroused.

[solarguy]

This is really a great story. Love the interaction of all the friends and, of course, love all the bulge commentary!! Awesome

[shaulis]

[/QUOTE]
STS,

I think the story is great so far. You make all of the characters seem like we (the reader) already know someone just like the character.
Thank You for all of the work you put into creating the story.

Brian

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Chris went left off Route 11 north, heading to a small public beach on one of the many lakes that followed the Fish river. The beach was really a shore line of rocks and gravel, but the lake was clear, the water crisp, and perfect for an open water swim. Chris was still in his Zumo California Republic swimsuit. The fit was tight and revealing, and after being in it for the whole morning, Chris was feeling horny. A cold swim would be perfect. He slipped on a red swim cap, blue tint goggles and waded out into the lake. The slope was gradual, he was 100 feet out before the cold water sent a chill through his crotch. Fifty more feet, his manhood shrinking in the cold water, Chris did a standing thrust face first into the lake. He swam out until the bottom dropped sufficiently deep to be barely visible. He then followed the western shore of the lake, doing an easy pace. The swim felt great and gave Chris time to reflect. Something about being alone in a lake that helped bring rational thought to complex problems. Thirty minutes down the shore, Chris turned around to head back.

The water was cold. As Chris stood to walk to shore after an hour of swimming, the normally tight swimsuit fit loose. His balls and his boner had crawled into his body giving him the bulge of a two year old. He rubbed his suit, wondering if his parts would ever forgive him for the 65 degree water swim. He walked to his truck, grabbing his phone and catching some looks from two young ladies. Guys in race suits were an uncommon treat on this beach. Chris smiled and waved, making them giggle. He was so damn hot looking. They wanted to get a closer look, but were too shy to try.

Chris headed back to the grassy shore. He spread a big towel and laid down in the warm sun, enjoying the feeling of heat entering his lean, muscular frame. The warmth started to bring his parts out of their cold water retreat, creating his usual handsome bulge. Chris was as hot and masculine today as he was in college, a attribute he kept by swimming and running. He looked like he walked right off the cover of DNA. He had modeled once for a regional magazine, his physique on photo journal display in swimsuits and form fit underwear. He enjoyed the experience, but never went further with it.

He held up his camera with a selfie stick, snapping a photo of himself in the cute swimsuit. “I was thinking you always like this one,” he texted a reply to Sherie’s earlier note. “I was happy to get your note,” he added. He stood and snapped another shot of himself with the lake in the background, his bulging suit displaying prominent. “I miss our lake trips,” Chris said as he sent her the picture. The whoosh of the camera as the photo hit cyberspace.

It had been a long day. The warm sun, the cool breeze off the lake. Chris laid back, his legs slightly spread, and closed his eyes. He was positioned up and slightly right, the tight suit revealing every detail. “He is so cute,” he heard one of the ladies say. He guessed they were college age, probably home for the Summer.

“Let’s walk by,” the other young lady replied. Chris learned their names were Vickie and Crystal. He smiled at the impact he was having. They had no idea he could hear all, even their comments on his anatomy and the tiny white swimsuit. He gave them something to look at, for sure. They were getting turned on by him. Chris slowly drifted off as the two snapped cell phone photos of the hot, nearly naked guy. Together they were the only ones on the grassy waterfront. Chris closed his eyes, the world fading away as he soaked up the sun and listened to the ripple of the lake.

The pool facility was amazing, as Chris entered. He wore the very same suit he had on right now. It was Summer after his senior year, he was about to go on the band trip. The cute girl at the desk excited him, and his more youthful age responded with a fast erection that made his bulge swell. She knew it. Chris’s dream relived every moment. He was deep in the dream, unaware that just as he replayed his first meeting of Sherie, his body responded live to his dream His growing erection pushing upward in the suit. His mind wandered to her flirting as he got out of the pool wet and clingy, he watched her eyes check him out. She stayed focused on his swimsuit, obviously liking what she saw.

A wave runner pulled Chris back from his dream, if only momentarily. He adjusted himself with his right hand, pushing his arising manhood further to the right, away from the tightly tied waist. The suit still damp. He heard the two girls, but did not make out their comments. They watched his every move. He quickly drifted back off.

A hand rested on his leg, above the knee. It was soft, gentle. He felt it slowly make its ay higher, soft back and forth glides. The afternoon was peaceful. Sherie and he were alone on the secluded beach, their first time together at the lake they visited so often thereafter. “You are so cute,” she whispered in his ear. He turned his head and they kissed. Her hand sliding up, between his legs. She gently felt him, he was so hard, so masculine. They kissed again. He struggled to hold back, but he was getting more and more aroused. Sherie knew it and enjoyed watching him grow in the suit. He flinched as her palm slid over his anatomy. “Sherie, you are driving me wild,” he said in the dream, and maybe even aloud. The urges were building up.

The sound of voices brought Chris out of his afternoon slumber. It was two more young ladies joining Crystal and Vicky. Chris sat up, his erect manhood barely covered by the small side strip of material it had grown toward. He tried to adjust, but there was little he could do. At least sitting he was somewhat less conspicuous. He moved his legs back and forth, trying to ease his arousal. He thought about standing and heading to the water, but he was sure that would only make things more obvious. His dream had been hot, erotic, and had him so ready for more.

“Damn, he is hot,” he heard one of the new voices say. “ And that swimsuit....” she trailed off.

“Makes me want to take him all the way,” the other voice added. That led to a very detailed conversation of what they wanted to do to him, all of which only made Chris more aroused. Chris rolled over onto his stomach, his erection hidden, pressing into the towel. He could feel the wetness of early release seeping out.

“What a cute butt,” Crystal said. “Oh my,” she added.

“Matches his six pack abs,” Vicky replied. “Not to mention his package.” They all giggled. Chris was having fun teasing them, even if he was also struggling to keep his urges in check. Thoughts of Sherie racing through his mind. Thoughts of other things, too. His body had no intention of letting him off easy. Something about this swimsuit that always led him to these situations. He closed his eyes, listening to the voices of the four aroused ladies.

[shaulis]

STS,

Another well written chapter. I especially liked that Chris still got aroused in his favorite suit dreaming of the woman who loved watching him swim in that suit.

[Swimmboy]

These new chapters were totally hot - and very arousing.... Loved the way Lizzie worked Jake and Devon into uncontrolled ejaculations, then the description of Chris as he put on a show for the ladies by the lake! Thanks for adding new chapters to the story!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Allen’s burst of revived energy ran out quickly into the extra distance ride. He crested the steep hill out of Patten, quickly realizing his idea was long on desire and short on capacity. Even the majestic views to the west of Mt Katahdin could not inspire him. His legs screamed to get off the bike and his balls hurt with pain from being squished between the hard seat and tight spandex. He wasn’t even sure if it was pain, but Allen wondered if he would ever have a boner again. He rolled past the remote school complex south of the town, finally reaching his mid point turn.

“Oh man, my balls hurt,” Allen said aloud to nobody. His kit was wet again with sweat, he wanted so bad to be free of all of it. If he could just get off the bike, throw it in the woods, get naked, he would have done it. Instead he rode into the ghost town of Stacyville. Progress had not been kind. The town was a strip of abandoned businesses and houses that were looked unsafe to live in, but were homes nonetheless. Even the general store was empty, vacated long ago as the town slowly faded away.

Allen crossed the abandoned tracks of a railroad long since gone. He was halfway through the final fifteen. He stopped the bike, sucked down the last of his first bottle of liquid. His balls pulsed with pain. For five minutes he openly massaged his Lycra wrapped manhood, not caring if anyone saw or not. The relief felt great, as feeling came back to his crotch. He rubbed deep between his legs, holding himself in his hand. He felt all of himself. He actually started getting aroused.

The journey back north was slow. Allen barely hit 15 mph as he rolled out of Stacyville toward town. The old green frame bounced over the rough road of winter damage. He watched his front wheel roll over the asphalt road. Further back, his manhood hugged the narrow of the hard seat, his balls splitting between the point, moving with the flow of his pedal strokes. The arousal that started at the break was still there, creating an extra large bulge in his shorts. He was five miles to go. Three of which were uphill.

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Chris laid his head in his folded arms. The sun warmed his back. The suit still felt tight, but at least he was easing off his arousal. The pressure of his anatomy pressing the ground gave him some tease, which he easily could have made into action, but only if alone. The group of girls had moved on to other conversations. Chris contemplated his response to Sherie. He was still interested in her, still in love, but life had moved on. He was now back home in Maine, really rural northern Maine. He liked it here and he was on track to take over the coaching job of the team. Ryan was his coach back in the day, Chris thought it was special to be able to continue the team’s journey. He also taught swim courses at the local college, and hoped one day they would add a team there.

Then there were guys. Chris had some great friends, swimmers or not. They all accepted each other. Chris knew he had desires there, and he enjoyed exploring them. He loved seeing guys in their racing swimsuits, especially the really fit ones. His personal suit collection had grown, and he wore them all the time, not just for swimming. Even on a cold winter day, he loved to stand on the back deck in the snow, swimsuit and shoes, taking in the crisp Maine winter. He mowed lawns, did housework, cooked dinner, even washed the truck in some sort of swimsuit, from square cut Funkies, to the most racy bikini. Chris’s joy of suits started in high school when he would come home from practice and never change out of them. His buds knew it, and no one cared. In fact, some of his closest guy friends joined him, hanging out and even modeling various suits for each other. Chris wondered how Sherie would fit in. He closed his eyes and listened to the lake.

Jake looked so hot in his race day suit. Chris knew Jake had potential to swim beyond the team. He was lean, muscular and drop dead handsome. Chris’s eyes wandered all over Jake’s body as he stood at the block, waiting for his start. “Damn he can rock a swimsuit,” Chris thought to himself. Chris soaked in the male physique. Chris’s own body started responding to the vision, growing quickly back to his fully aroused state. He pressed his mid section into the towel and grassy lake shore as he felt himself become fully erect. Beyond erect, really.

“You look ready to break a record,” Chris said to the star swimmer.

“Yeah, I feel ready,” Jake replied.

The call came for the swimmers to mount the blocks. Jake and Chris gave a fist tap. “Kick as, make them eat wake,” Chris said. Jake smiled. The IM was his favorite event and fly and free his strongest strokes. He would go out hard and fast, try to hold position on the back and breast, then regain any lost ground on the final leg. Chris watched as Jake bent into position, adjusted his bulge, rechecked his strings. The commands were called and the starting signal rang out. Jake’s graceful dive sent him off. Chris’s mind wandered to other thoughts, as he had a vivid, erotic dream about guys, mostly Jake, in their tiny swimsuits.

“Oh crap,” Chris said as he jolted out of the dream. He quickly rolled over onto his back, feeling the build up to a massive thrust starting. He stretched his legs straight, his mind urging his body to hold back. The girls stopped talking and watched as Chris struggled. They were far enough back to not see details, rather they just took in the vision of the cute guy in the skimpy, bulging suit, as he flexed his legs, showing an impressive bulge. “F..k,” Chris said as he tried to hold back. He looked over at the girls, then back at the lake. His body pressed against the tight swimsuit.

“I can’t believe this,” Chris exclaimed to himself. His heart was racing. The suit barely contained him, he could feel himself building. In a flash he grabbed his goggles and shot for the lake, hoping the cold water would solve his situation. The girls watch as he darted to the water. They had no idea what was happening, but they could see his massive, defining bulge. Chris pulled his goggles on as he entered the water. Waist deep he dove into the lake and began swimming. He could feel his hardness in the suit.

“I think he got a boner,” one of them said. “I could help him with that.” They all laughed.

“Poor guy,” another replied. “Not easy to hide in a suit like that.”

A few hundred feet out, in water to his neck, Chris stopped. He rubbed himself, feeling his still hard anatomy. A rolled over and did a slow swim along the shore. He was still erect, but at least he avoided losing control, or if he did he did not feel it with the swimming. After fifteen minutes, he walked back to the shore. He was still aroused, his suit bulging large. He was also feeling horned up. Chris grabbed his towel and headed for the truck. He knew if he laid out, he would be right back where he was.

Chris just finished spreading the towel on his leather seat when a voice behind him caught him by surprise. “You are a really good swimmer,” said the soft female voice.

“Oh, hey, Thanks,” Chris replied. Her eyes went right to his bulge as he turned. He was still too aroused. She had come just to see the still aroused bulge in the suit, his anatomy clearly defined by the wet Lycra and Chris’s very aroused state,

“Love your swimsuit, you look great,” she added. She was attractive, light brown hair cropped. “My name is Rae,” she introduced herself. The rest of the ladies made their way over. They were all dressed in shorts and tops, Chris felt far too naked, and his body was growing again. Like their friend they all wanted a closer look of the skimpy swimsuit and the package in it.

“Chris,” he replied, shaking her hand. “Sorry, I feel a bit under dressed,” he added.

“You’re fine,” she replied. “Mind if I take a picture?” She was pretty forward. Chris nodded awkwardly, consenting. She handed the phone to Crystal who snapped three shots, One a close up of just Chris’s swimsuit, bulge and all. Now that they were side by side, Rae slid her hand on Chris’s back, then rubbed his butt. She wanted to rub more.

“Hey, I gotta get out of here,” Chris broke away.

“Chris, what’s your number, I will text you the pics,” Rae offered. All but the crotch shot, that is.

[a speedo minded guy]

STS,

Wonderful story!!! the Characters are more like friends than characters in a story. I love that Chris is back too. Missed him. Please continue!!!!

[Swimmboy]

Love it - especially the way the girls were teasing Chris and blatantly checking out his thrusting bulge. Damn!

[shaulis]

STS,

Wow what a chapter. I agree with Swimmboy loved the girls teasing Chris getting a bulge during his dream and his frantic way of slowing himself before he exploded in his swimsuit.

Your friend,

Brian

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Allen was totally fried when he finally reached the crest of the hill just south of Patten. The sun was high over Mt. Katahdin and this time he took in the view. He shifted in his seat, adjusting to ease the agony between his legs. “How the crap do they ride day after day,” he mumbled to himself thinking of the Tour de France. He had a hard time accepting that his body, especially that part of it would adjust. Of course, they also did not ride 40 year old bikes with antiquated seats. Still, he loved the old green bike, it was the ride he was mad at.

The steep downhill gave him speed. The wind cooled him, his wet Lycra gear drying as he road. He hit 34mph, his highest so far, ever, in fact. The old wheels vibrated in the wind and the bike shimmied a bit. One short steep drop to go.

“Hot Damn,” Allen yelled. A rush of adrenalin shot into his veins. He was at 99 miles with One to go. He hit the steep drop, a short bump that he took in the smallest back ring, pedaling hard. The bike swayed as he went above 40. He was a man on a mission. The arrousal that had stayed with him since his turn, started growing, despite all the agony of crushed balls. “Thank you,” he said to himself as he felt his anatomy grow. This was one Lycra wrapped erection he was happy to see. Everything was still working, at least it seemed that way.

“He is back,” Jake said. The girls had long left, catching rides with the rest of the team. It was now just the four guys, still in swimsuits. Their chests and shoulders getting burned. Allen pedaled hard to the finish. He actually finished stronger than before. He shot past the gang, rolling into the park across from the ice cream stand. Just as Allen started to slow, his right leg cramped. He could not move it as the muscles in his calf knotted. He screamed out in pain. Unable to free himself from the pedals, the bike glided to a stop, at which point Allen toppled to the left.

“Shit, he fell,” yelled Ricky. The guys all ran to the bike. Allen was laying on his side, still clipped in. He was grabbing his right leg. The guys surrounded him, as did a few others.

“Dude, are you okay?” Jake asked.

“Cramps,” Allen replied as his left leg also seized. “Can one of you unhook me from the bike?” Allen asked. “I can’t move!” The guys pulled him free of the bike and gently massaged his legs. Slowly Allen stood straight. The guys carried Allen, arms wrapped on each of Jake and Ricky’s shoulders.

The long ride was over. This time for real.

Xxxxxx

Sherie was at work when the picture came through on her phone. She opened it to see a very hot looking Chris, his manly bulge just like she remembered, wearing her favorite suit. An urge of erotic desire rose in her. “So cute,” she said to herself. She tapped the save photo option, securely keeping the photo in her “Hot Chris” album. This one joined dozens more she had collected as her desires for Chris rekindled. All but two were of him in swimsuits, most where he was aroused.

“You look damn hot,” she texted back. Chris had not yet seen the reply.

Sherie scrolled through her album, taking each picture in. She did this almost daily. He looked so handsome, in some so aroused and masculine. “No guy looks as great in a tiny swimsuit,” she thought to herself. She hoped Chris would invite her up. It had been a long time since she saw him, hugged him, felt his body wrapped in hers. It had been longer since she had seen his world of Aroostook County. She was making herself fill with desire. Desire she would need to take care of.

[shaulis]

STS,

Loved this chapter Chris ended his 100 mile bike ride in fine shape except maybe for his balls. Please continue this story and thank you for all of your time and effort you put into this story.


Your friend,

Brian

[dm106]

Great story, STS, looking forward to more when you can get to it. Thank you!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Stormy and Ricky made the same left turn Chris did off of route 11 north, heading to the same beach. Chris was long gone as were the ladies. The beach was empty, except for a family playing on the playground next to the beach, but far enough away to not be seen. “This is a great beach, never busy,” Ricky said as the two guys jumped out of the truck. Stormy was still wearing the square cut MP suit, Ricky had changed into a tinier, more revealing suit from Bang, a wild print that he bought on line. It looked great on his frame, Stormy could not keep his eyes from venturing to Ricky’s delightful bulge.

“I have a sheet in the back,” Ricky said as he opened the tool chest behind the cab, pulling out an old beige bedsheet. “I keep it for just these stops.” Stormy watch as Ricky’s tight swimmer butt bent over the truck side. Stormy about boinged at the image.

“It is really nice here,” Stormy said, taking in the lake nestled into the rolling hill full of lush green. “Lakes back home are pretty bland.”

“This is Home now,” Ricky replied as he took Stormy’s hand. The two cute guys headed toward the lake. Stormy felt all warm inside. The team he hated so much a few days ago, was actually turning out to be pretty cool. Stormy looked over at Ricky and smiled. The pain of breaking up with AJ was quickly fading, being replaced by the excitement of discovering a new guy in a far different place

“Yeah, I guess so,” Stormy replied after a short delay. “I guess so...,” he repeated. Stormy admired Ricky’s long legs and tiny suit. The urge to try a briefer style grew in Stormy. He wanted to be like Ricky. Maybe even wear matching suits.

“I am going to jump in the lake,” Ricky suggested. “Will feel good to cool off,” he added, dropping the sheet and towels on the grass about 50 feet from the gravel shore. Stormy followed as the two guys waded out to deeper water. They were still holding hands, alone in the lake. A few boats were off in the distance, and the voices of kids playing far down the shore bounced off the lake.

“I am really glad I met you,” Stormy said as he pulled Ricky toward him. “You are gorgeous, funny, and look totally awesome in your swimsuits.” Before Ricky replied Stormy pulled them together, Ricky going with the flow, and gave Ricky a soft kiss on his forehead. Ricky stepped even closer, wrapping his arms around Stormy and pulling his body close. Their suits touched in the water, their growing bulges rubbing together. Ricky could feel Stormy get hard, just as Stormy felt Ricky grow erect. The forehead kiss went lower, and lasted longer.

“I fell in love with you the moment I saw you,” Ricky whispered. “In your cute jammers, being all tough. I knew a nice guy was under all that.” They kissed again. The two guys were falling in love fast. Maybe for Stormy a rebound, but right now it felt right. For Ricky, a first time this close, and moving rapidly.

Xxxxx

“You feel ready to head home?” Jake asked. Devon and he had stayed back with Allen after Stormy and Ricky left. Allen was ready to call it a day, still in the tight Spandex cycling kit. His legs were no longer cramping, the electrolytes and potassium taking hold. Allen was dehydrated, which did not help his situation. He had a lot to learn about long distance rides. He slowly rose, on his own, walking gingerly to the shiny Ford F 150. Devon had already secured the bike in the bed, closing the deck door. “You want to change?” Jake asked. Ricky still had Allen’s bag, which was now sitting at the lake. “I don’t have many options, but you could switch to a Speedo,” Jake offered, holding up a colorful Speedo suit.

“Maybe later,” Allen replied. Right now he knew he did not have the energy, although he was ready to get out of the kit. He rubbed his still stiff anatomy. Despite being hard, he really did not feel aroused. It was a rather odd feeling he was having.

Devon took the back seat of the crew cab, Jake’s truck was the biggest on the team, and the newest. Devon and Jake were still in their suits, Jake threw a shirt over. Devon, who enjoyed being in just a swimsuit, stayed bare chest. Allen got in the passenger front, leaning back in the extra large captain’s chair. “ This feels great,” he said as Jake started the engine and wheeled out onto the state road. It was an 80 mile ride to Allen’s farm, shorter and more direct than his ride, but a long drive nonetheless. It wasn’t long no before Allen was asleep, his right hand gently holding his bulge, which was still sporting his aroused state, his balls still sore from the ride. Devon and Jake made quiet small talk about swimming, girls and Allen’s ride as the cyclist slept.

Bib shorts, like running tights and wrestling singlets, are very revealing when things grow, letting them have all the room they need. Swim briefs have clear stops, forcing weird contortions as a guy expands, making for revealing bulges. As the guys headed north, nearing Oxbow, Jake looked over as Allen moaned. It was clear that Allen was growing, his anatomy climbing up inside the tight grip of his bibs. Allen’s hand was rubbing along his erection, whether in his sleep or not was not clear. At least everything worked, as the growing boner proved, maybe. Allen started to wake, his eyes opened. “Where are we?” He asked, his hand still resting on his bulging bibs.

“Looks like you had a nice nap, and good dream,” Jake said in reply. “About Oxbow,” Jake added. “You feel okay?”

“My legs are stiff,” Allen answered. He was trying to adjust his erect rod as he said it.

“Looks like the legs are all stiff, all three,” Jake teased.

“Yeah,” Allen replied. “Not sure why, but man am I getting hard,” Allen replied. “And it keeps getting harder,” he added. He stretched back in the seat, legs straight out. His erection looked like it was a foot long, it really wasn’t, but it was longer than usual, and bigger. The pressure kept building. “Oh gawd, I can’t believe this, Jake,” Allen said. “It feels like it is still growing.” Allen massaged the pain in his balls, as he tried to calm down. It was the strangest boner he had felt, it wasn’t sexual, it was just growing.

“Dude, are you alright?” Jake asked, seeing the pained expression on Allen’s face.

“Yeah, It is just a big time boner” Allen replied, he was fidgeting in his seat, trying to calm the growing erection. “I think I f..ked myself up bad,” he teased.

“It is just the blood flowing again,” Jake smirked as he answered his friend. “What was the best part of the ride?” He asked, hoping the diversion of thought would calm things down.

“The finish,” Allen replied. “Actually, lots of it was really awesome, but all of the team cheering me was so cool.” Allen choked up a little as he said it. His hand rested on his anatomy, still harder than it had ever been.

“Yeah, that was really fun,” Devon chimed in from the back. “That state police guy was really awesome,” he added. “We all thought he was going to give us a hard time about our swimsuits.”

Allen kept trying to stretch his legs out and flex them, hoping his throbbing erection would go down, but it didn’t. He grunted as he struggled in the ever so tight bibs. Jake looked over, he could see the agony in Allen’s face. “Maybe if we stop at a lake, the cold water will help,” Jake suggested. Allen had been rock hard for almost forty minutes.

“F..k this sucks,” Allen replied. “ What if it won’t go down? Can a boner get stuck?” he asked. That got a laugh, much needed.

“Can you imagine if you had to always have a boner?” Devon teased.

Jake turned right off Route 11, heading for a lake. Allen was so ready to try anything.

Xxxxx

The sun felt warm after being in the cool lake. Ricky was laying on his back on the towel, legs spread, his head resting on his hands. Stormy sat next to him, legs out front, his tight abs and swimmers pecs and delta defining his upper body. Both guys were stunning in their own ways. Stormy admired how Ricky’s package formed a nice round bulge, the outline of his down pointed anatomy bending round between his legs. The colorful Bang suit hung low, exposing the untanned waist above his male parts. Stormy admitted Ricky had a nicer masculine physique than AJ, who was gorgeous as well. It was quite the compliment for Ricky.

Ricky slid his left hand toward Stormy, rubbing his finger along the side seam of Stormy’s square cut suit. “So, how did you get the name Stormy, such a cool name?” Ricky asked. He admired how Stormy filled out the MP square cut.

“Well, it depends what story you believe,” Stormy started out. He rested his hand on Ricky’s abdomen, gently caressing his tight stomach, rubbing down to the top of the low cut Bang swim brief. Stormy looked at Ricky’s cute smile as he talked. “My mom said that they had trouble creating a child. After trying for years, when I finally came along she picked the name because I was going to take the world by storm.”

“Awe, That is a cute story,” Ricky replied.

“My dad has a different version,” Stormy said with a grin. His hand was now teasing Ricky’s nipples, playing with a few stray hairs on his otherwise clean swimmer body. What Stormy did not realize is Ricky has two huge erogenous areas and Stormy was hitting both. Ricky’s left nipple could take him all the way, and the spot just above his waist was the other. Ricky was getting very aroused.

“How different?” Ricky asked as he gently wiggled his legs to ease his growing aroused state. Stormy teasing his nipple was driving Ricky wild.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“Very,” Stormy replied. “Dad said the night I was conceived it was really Stormy, with loud thunder, gusting winds and pouring rain. He and my mom were in bed. My dad said it was a perfect night to, you know,” Stormy blushed. “Well, when they found out they made me that night, my dad said Stormy was the logical name.” As he told the story, he was wandering all over Ricky, hitting his waistline and even along his suit.

“Mom’s is cuter, but dad’s is funnier,” Ricky replied. He could feel his body strain against the very tiny suit. Stormy bent over and the two guys kissed. “Lay next to me,” Ricky asked. Stormy spread out, Laing on his side, facing Ricky. They kissed again.

“You are cute when you get horny,” Stormy whispered. They were still alone. Hands wandered, and Stormy took Ricky’s round bulging package into his palm.

“Oh man, Stormy,” Ricky said. He knew he could not stop what was going to happen, so he decided to enjoy it. Stormy did too.

[nespeedoguy]

Sounds like true speedo buds enjoying life's pleasure! As always great story s t s!

[shaulis]

STS,

I thought your story couldn't get better then I read this chapter. I like that Stormy and Ricky are getting to know each other. When blood flow is cut off for long periods of time the male body will react like Allens'.

Thank You for this chapter and I hope you will continue when you have time.

Brian

[solarguy]

I really love this story!! Thanks again for all the effort and hard work you put into it!!

[Swimmboy]

Can't wait for the Ricky/Stormy story to cum to a climax, lol. And Devon, Jake and Allen talking about boners getting "stuck" - while Allen seems to be losing control of his boy parts as his throbbing erection just gets harder and harder....

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

I wish I could tell you what happens next for Allen. If you have read my non story posts you know I have been battling skin cancer. Over the last few weeks I have faced the sad reality that cancer will win. It has invaded the worst of possible places. I am blessed to have had an awesome run. If I can leave all of you with words of wisdom they would be that life is short, embrace who you are, never regret what you did not do, wear a swimsuit every day, love your family, cherish your friends. Embrace who you are.

The farm will live on. I am happy about that. My time now is sadly short. Funny thing is I feel fine. Every beach is “Speedo friendly” so never worry.

All the best,

Ryan, aka STS.

[solarguy]

Ryan,
I am so sorry to hear this!! Cancer is such a horrible disease. You've kept many of us entertained here for a bunch of years. I can't thank you enough. I'm not a religious guy, so I don't usually offer prayers, but I will keep you in my thoughts. Hang in there!!

[nespeedoguy]

Praying for you🙏🏻 A great guy that taught me be myself !
Vman

[sebbie]

So sorry..wishing for a miracle!

[NE_OH_thonger]

I am so sorry. You're an inspiration for so many people here on this board. Wishing you the best. Wish I could offer you more than that for the years of enjoyment your stories have given us all.

[dm106]

So saddened by this, Ryan. We are all praying for you. You are way too young to have this beat you. Please give it your best fight!

[Swimmboy]

Ryan - I am shocked to hear this news. Please know my thoughts and prayers are with you at this time. Every day there are new discoveries and new treatments targeting specific cancer cells, etc. Maybe, just maybe - I will keep hoping, for your sake and so many others. I hope it comforts you to know your stories have brought comfort and enjoyment to so many others. Keep swimming, my dear friend.

[Roswell]

I'm sad to hear about your situation. You've always had a knack for telling these stories. I hope you will pull through.

[MrMusik]

I wish I could tell you what happens next for Allen. If you have read my non story posts you know I have been battling skin cancer. Over the last few weeks I have faced the sad reality that cancer will win. It has invaded the worst of possible places. I am blessed to have had an awesome run. If I can leave all of you with words of wisdom they would be that life is short, embrace who you are, never regret what you did not do, wear a swimsuit every day, love your family, cherish your friends. Embrace who you are.

The farm will live on. I am happy about that. My time now is sadly short. Funny thing is I feel fine. Every beach is “Speedo friendly” so never worry.

All the best,

Ryan, aka STS.

Sorry to hear about your situation, Ryan. I have had to deal with some skin cancer issues too.

I have absolutely enjoyed reading your stories on this board and I love your characters.

Always keep your chin up, stress level down, and enjoy your life. Like you said, all beaches are speedo friendly, so get out there and have fun!