29: Refreshed and Ready
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

STS,

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

30: A Secluded Moment
 

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

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

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

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

"I know Jake hates me," Stormy continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

31: A surprise note
 

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

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

"Riding what?" The officer asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nice chapter
 

STS

Loving the story. Please continue!!!

32: Fresh Water
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brian

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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STS,

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

Brian

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.

STS,

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

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

36: Ghost Town
 

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

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

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

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

Xxxxxxx

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I feel ready,” Jake replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

STS,

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

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

STS,

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

Your friend,

Brian

37: The Big Hill
 

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

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

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

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

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

“Dude, are you okay?” Jake asked.

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

The long ride was over. This time for real.

Xxxxxx

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

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

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

STS,

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


Your friend,

Brian

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

38: Stormy night part 1
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Xxxxx

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Xxxxx

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

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

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

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

“My dad has a different version,” Stormy said with a grin. His hand was now teasing Ricky’s nipples, playing with a few stray hairs on his otherwise clean swimmer body. What Stormy did not realize is Ricky has two huge erogenous areas and Stormy was hitting both. Ricky’s left nipple could take him all the way, and the spot just above his waist was the other. Ricky was getting very aroused.

“How different?” Ricky asked as he gently wiggled his legs to ease his growing aroused state. Stormy teasing his nipple was driving Ricky wild.

Stormy Night continued
 

“Very,” Stormy replied. “Dad said the night I was conceived it was really Stormy, with loud thunder, gusting winds and pouring rain. He and my mom were in bed. My dad said it was a perfect night to, you know,” Stormy blushed. “Well, when they found out they made me that night, my dad said Stormy was the logical name.” As he told the story, he was wandering all over Ricky, hitting his waistline and even along his suit.

“Mom’s is cuter, but dad’s is funnier,” Ricky replied. He could feel his body strain against the very tiny suit. Stormy bent over and the two guys kissed. “Lay next to me,” Ricky asked. Stormy spread out, Laing on his side, facing Ricky. They kissed again.

“You are cute when you get horny,” Stormy whispered. They were still alone. Hands wandered, and Stormy took Ricky’s round bulging package into his palm.

“Oh man, Stormy,” Ricky said. He knew he could not stop what was going to happen, so he decided to enjoy it. Stormy did too.

Fun story!
 

Sounds like true speedo buds enjoying life's pleasure! As always great story s t s!

STS,

I thought your story couldn't get better then I read this chapter. I like that Stormy and Ricky are getting to know each other. When blood flow is cut off for long periods of time the male body will react like Allens'.

Thank You for this chapter and I hope you will continue when you have time.

Brian

I really love this story!! Thanks again for all the effort and hard work you put into it!!

Can't wait for the Ricky/Stormy story to cum to a climax, lol. And Devon, Jake and Allen talking about boners getting "stuck" - while Allen seems to be losing control of his boy parts as his throbbing erection just gets harder and harder....

My final chapter
 

I wish I could tell you what happens next for Allen. If you have read my non story posts you know I have been battling skin cancer. Over the last few weeks I have faced the sad reality that cancer will win. It has invaded the worst of possible places. I am blessed to have had an awesome run. If I can leave all of you with words of wisdom they would be that life is short, embrace who you are, never regret what you did not do, wear a swimsuit every day, love your family, cherish your friends. Embrace who you are.

The farm will live on. I am happy about that. My time now is sadly short. Funny thing is I feel fine. Every beach is “Speedo friendly” so never worry.

All the best,

Ryan, aka STS.

Ryan,
I am so sorry to hear this!! Cancer is such a horrible disease. You've kept many of us entertained here for a bunch of years. I can't thank you enough. I'm not a religious guy, so I don't usually offer prayers, but I will keep you in my thoughts. Hang in there!!

🙏🏻
 

Praying for you🙏🏻 A great guy that taught me be myself !
Vman

So sorry..wishing for a miracle!

I am so sorry. You're an inspiration for so many people here on this board. Wishing you the best. Wish I could offer you more than that for the years of enjoyment your stories have given us all.