[SwimTeamSpeedo]

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.