[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Allen was still swimming strong as the group swam through the second mile. In fact, as Jake's endurance faded, Allen was now side by side with his best friend. Devon was still out there, but faded back, now almost 700 feet back and losing ground. Stroke and form had long gone out the window as the swimmers merely concentrated on closing the gap to the shore, except for Allen, who was still looking great and feeling very strong. The two kayaks made sure they stayed on course. The water was dark and deep, near 100 feet where they were. The depth would start to decrease as they closed in on the finish.

"He's kicking my ass," Jake thought to himself as he realized he could see the bright colors of Allen's Stroke Rate Funky Trunks swim brief. It was an odd feeling for Jake, who was always the stronger swimmer. As Allen continued to work his way into the lead, Jake knew he had no response left in the tank. "Way to go, Allen," Jake wanted to yell. A loon off left cried out, as if speaking for Jake.

Farther back by a quarter mile, Ricky and Coach were making their way over the deepest part of the lake. Ricky was swimming well, calmed by the support of Coach right next to him. Coach was slowed a bit by the dragging float, which kept his pace in perfect alignment to Ricky. Ryan could not be more proud of his swimmer conquering his fear and doing so well. To be sure, Ricky was still a bit anxious, but he kept his focus.

Chris stood out at the end of the dock wearing his brand new Q Swimwear Adrenaline Rush polo brief, a bright colored narrow side suit that he was rocking so well. His muscular body looked as great in the suit as he looked a few years back on the beaches with Sherie. The tight, barely covering fit gave him an impressive bulge with a tight high cut around his amazing legs. As the guys swam closer into the shore, Allen picked up the sight of the swimsuit wearing Adonis. Each stroke bringing him closer and into more focus. Ashland and the rest of the team were also lined up along the shore and in the water.

Allen was now solidly in the lead, Jake was 25 feet back. The remaining swimmers further back, with Devon about mid way to Ricky and Coach.

"Let's go Allen," Chris yelled out. "Swimming strong!" A couple of the girls on the team started a cheer. All the noise inspired Allen, who started swimming faster as he closed in the last hundred yards. The bottom of the lake, now 30 feet below, was clearly visible.

"Look at him go," Jake thought as he also picked up the pace. The team was going crazy with supportive cheers for each swimmer. Even Ashland was excited, barking and jumping. As Allen got close, some of the team swam out to greet him, right along with an exuberant old golden retriever. Allen swam to the end of the dock and stood, as the team pounced onto him in excitement, one would have thought he swam Olympic gold.

"Jake, Jake, Jake..." the chant started as Jake quickly came in second.

"You kicked my ass," he said to Allen as the two guys hugged. "Great f..king swim, dude," Jake added.

The process repeated as each of the next swimmers finished, with a special commotion for Devon. Devon was the ultimate teammate, what he lacked in swimming ability he made up for in his team spirit. He tried harder than anyone at practice, helped everyone with anything, and even though he sat out most meet events he always cheered the team on without feeling sorry for himself. Plus he was so cute in his swimsuits. A contagious, mischievous smile and a handsome body. His finish was the teams chance to show him the attention he so much deserved. Devon took it all in, beaming like a hero as the guys high fived and the girls hugged. He even got a little aroused.

"Who is that?" Jake asked, watching two swimmers still a ways out.

The guys looked around. "I think it's coach and Ricky," Allen finally said. Keith in the kayak confirmed.

"Holy shit, Ricky is afraid of deep water," Jake added. "Look at him go. Come on guys, let's cheer him in!" That set off a Ricky chant that could be heard clear across the lake.

"Let's swim out and join him," Allen suggested as he slid his goggles back over his eyes and dove back into the water. The pair was now 300 feet out. Jake followed as did a few of the swimmers off the dock.

Coach slowed as the cluster of swimmers joined Ricky. He let the team finish together. As the guys got to the dock, the whole team cheered as Ricky stood. It was a festive celebration that set the theme for the rest of the day. Allen gave Ricky a hug. They held longer than most guys would. Under water their legs and bulges touched, storing desires for each other that neither had shared. Desires they needed to explore, some day.