[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“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.