[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.