[SwimTeamSpeedo]

"We will just make it," Jake said as he spotted Allen ahead. The trio, both guys in new, clean suits, sped down the road, passing Allen with less than half a mile to go. The rest of the team was already lined up in front of the seasonal ice cream shop at the corner of Route 159. Allen was clearly visible, the team was going crazy, as were some of the customers of the shop. It looked like a mini version of the Tour de France.

Jake, Lizzie and Devon joined the group just as Allen was a block away. He looked stealth on the old green bike. "Allen, Allen..." the team chanted. Allen came in strong and fast as the team gave him high fives all the way. He coasted past continuing a few hundred feet before looping back and doing it all again. No one was sure if it was tears or sweat rolling down his face, but the joy was obvious.

"Thank God that is over," Allen said. "You guys are so great." He stood over the bike. The girls gave him hugs, so did some of the guys. Allen soaked up all the attention.

"How far did you actually ride?" Chris asked. Allen looked at his cycling computer.

"85.4," he replied.

"That is really cool," Jake chimed in. "You were awesome out there. Let's get you off that bike,". Jake held the bike as Allen dismounted. Five hours plus after getting on it, Allen no longer had a bicycle between his legs.

"How are your balls?" Jake whispered.

"They fell off thirty miles ago," Allen replied with a grin. He rubbed his front as they walked. Blood flow was returning to places it had not been, giving him a bit of an erection, which the cycling bib shorts did not hide. Allen didn't care, either.

Ricky and Stormy joined Jake and Allen. It was an unusual mix, three hot swimmers in their various suits and Allen enveloped in tight spandex. One by one the rest of the team joined, filling three tables. Girls and guys who looked more ready for the pool than a roadside lunch. The celebration began.