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.

STS, I'd love to read a new chapter

16: Lizzie goes deep
 

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.

Mmmmm
 

Great chapter ...more please!!!

Great story !

Another very stimulating chapter - loved it!

17: Bib Short Trap
 

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.

18: Stormy cold front
 

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.

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

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

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

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

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!

19: Stormy Showdown
 

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.

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?

20: Haystack
 

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.

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!

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

21: The Challenge
 

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.

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?

Great new Chapter!!!!

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.

22: Brake for Moose
 

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.

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

23: Olympic Gold
 

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.

Great !
 

Awesome story s t s !:)

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

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!!!

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.

24: Team Trust
 

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.

25: Dear Diva
 

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.

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

26: Morning Swim
 

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.

27: Farm Chores
 

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.

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!

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

STS, loving the story. Please continue

28: The Gathering
 

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.

Great Story
 

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

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!