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#92
09-13-2017, 02:16 AM
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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 
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#94
09-29-2017, 01:08 PM
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33: Celebration Begins
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. ------ 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.
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#95
09-29-2017, 01:09 PM
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33 Continued
"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.
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#97
10-01-2017, 05:04 PM
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34: The Picture
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.
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#100
10-09-2017, 08:33 AM
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35: Cute girls
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.
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