Old Green Bike
 

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

The Old Green Bike:

Prologue:

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

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

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

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

" A triathlon in Bar Harbor," Ken replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Story
 

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

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

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

1: Dry Cables and Hot Guys
 

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

1: Dry Cables and Hot Guys continued
 

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

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

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

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

“Sure,” Jake promised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know,” Jake replied. “Trust me.”

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

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

Thanks
 

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

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

STS, very interesting story. Plz continue

2: The Stain
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

3: Thunder
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mostly on line,” Allen replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Really awesome story, please continue!

4: Lust at the bike shop
 

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

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

“Really?” Allen beamed.

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

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

“You drive,” Dad said.

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I guess so,” Allen agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Allen, no I swam,” Allen replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5: The Motel
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wow, excellent - please continue.

Awesome, please continue!

6: Chris moves forward
 

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

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

7: Borrowed swimsuit
 

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

“That’s awesome, man,” Jake replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Agreed, this is a very hot story! Thanks.

8: Private Lesson
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This feels awesome,” Allen whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

9: Shorts and Desire
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He closed his eyes and savored the moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is really smokin!

10: Doing the Dishes
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

11: Lemonade and Anchors
 

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

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

"Everything okay?" Ryan called out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank You STS
 

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks for the note.

STS

12: Untied Strings
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

13: Allen gets a new look
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

14: Jake gets rocked
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

15: Allen gets a new look
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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