[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Stormy and Ricky made the same left turn Chris did off of route 11 north, heading to the same beach. Chris was long gone as were the ladies. The beach was empty, except for a family playing on the playground next to the beach, but far enough away to not be seen. “This is a great beach, never busy,” Ricky said as the two guys jumped out of the truck. Stormy was still wearing the square cut MP suit, Ricky had changed into a tinier, more revealing suit from Bang, a wild print that he bought on line. It looked great on his frame, Stormy could not keep his eyes from venturing to Ricky’s delightful bulge.

“I have a sheet in the back,” Ricky said as he opened the tool chest behind the cab, pulling out an old beige bedsheet. “I keep it for just these stops.” Stormy watch as Ricky’s tight swimmer butt bent over the truck side. Stormy about boinged at the image.

“It is really nice here,” Stormy said, taking in the lake nestled into the rolling hill full of lush green. “Lakes back home are pretty bland.”

“This is Home now,” Ricky replied as he took Stormy’s hand. The two cute guys headed toward the lake. Stormy felt all warm inside. The team he hated so much a few days ago, was actually turning out to be pretty cool. Stormy looked over at Ricky and smiled. The pain of breaking up with AJ was quickly fading, being replaced by the excitement of discovering a new guy in a far different place

“Yeah, I guess so,” Stormy replied after a short delay. “I guess so...,” he repeated. Stormy admired Ricky’s long legs and tiny suit. The urge to try a briefer style grew in Stormy. He wanted to be like Ricky. Maybe even wear matching suits.

“I am going to jump in the lake,” Ricky suggested. “Will feel good to cool off,” he added, dropping the sheet and towels on the grass about 50 feet from the gravel shore. Stormy followed as the two guys waded out to deeper water. They were still holding hands, alone in the lake. A few boats were off in the distance, and the voices of kids playing far down the shore bounced off the lake.

“I am really glad I met you,” Stormy said as he pulled Ricky toward him. “You are gorgeous, funny, and look totally awesome in your swimsuits.” Before Ricky replied Stormy pulled them together, Ricky going with the flow, and gave Ricky a soft kiss on his forehead. Ricky stepped even closer, wrapping his arms around Stormy and pulling his body close. Their suits touched in the water, their growing bulges rubbing together. Ricky could feel Stormy get hard, just as Stormy felt Ricky grow erect. The forehead kiss went lower, and lasted longer.

“I fell in love with you the moment I saw you,” Ricky whispered. “In your cute jammers, being all tough. I knew a nice guy was under all that.” They kissed again. The two guys were falling in love fast. Maybe for Stormy a rebound, but right now it felt right. For Ricky, a first time this close, and moving rapidly.

Xxxxx

“You feel ready to head home?” Jake asked. Devon and he had stayed back with Allen after Stormy and Ricky left. Allen was ready to call it a day, still in the tight Spandex cycling kit. His legs were no longer cramping, the electrolytes and potassium taking hold. Allen was dehydrated, which did not help his situation. He had a lot to learn about long distance rides. He slowly rose, on his own, walking gingerly to the shiny Ford F 150. Devon had already secured the bike in the bed, closing the deck door. “You want to change?” Jake asked. Ricky still had Allen’s bag, which was now sitting at the lake. “I don’t have many options, but you could switch to a Speedo,” Jake offered, holding up a colorful Speedo suit.

“Maybe later,” Allen replied. Right now he knew he did not have the energy, although he was ready to get out of the kit. He rubbed his still stiff anatomy. Despite being hard, he really did not feel aroused. It was a rather odd feeling he was having.

Devon took the back seat of the crew cab, Jake’s truck was the biggest on the team, and the newest. Devon and Jake were still in their suits, Jake threw a shirt over. Devon, who enjoyed being in just a swimsuit, stayed bare chest. Allen got in the passenger front, leaning back in the extra large captain’s chair. “ This feels great,” he said as Jake started the engine and wheeled out onto the state road. It was an 80 mile ride to Allen’s farm, shorter and more direct than his ride, but a long drive nonetheless. It wasn’t long no before Allen was asleep, his right hand gently holding his bulge, which was still sporting his aroused state, his balls still sore from the ride. Devon and Jake made quiet small talk about swimming, girls and Allen’s ride as the cyclist slept.

Bib shorts, like running tights and wrestling singlets, are very revealing when things grow, letting them have all the room they need. Swim briefs have clear stops, forcing weird contortions as a guy expands, making for revealing bulges. As the guys headed north, nearing Oxbow, Jake looked over as Allen moaned. It was clear that Allen was growing, his anatomy climbing up inside the tight grip of his bibs. Allen’s hand was rubbing along his erection, whether in his sleep or not was not clear. At least everything worked, as the growing boner proved, maybe. Allen started to wake, his eyes opened. “Where are we?” He asked, his hand still resting on his bulging bibs.

“Looks like you had a nice nap, and good dream,” Jake said in reply. “About Oxbow,” Jake added. “You feel okay?”

“My legs are stiff,” Allen answered. He was trying to adjust his erect rod as he said it.

“Looks like the legs are all stiff, all three,” Jake teased.

“Yeah,” Allen replied. “Not sure why, but man am I getting hard,” Allen replied. “And it keeps getting harder,” he added. He stretched back in the seat, legs straight out. His erection looked like it was a foot long, it really wasn’t, but it was longer than usual, and bigger. The pressure kept building. “Oh gawd, I can’t believe this, Jake,” Allen said. “It feels like it is still growing.” Allen massaged the pain in his balls, as he tried to calm down. It was the strangest boner he had felt, it wasn’t sexual, it was just growing.

“Dude, are you alright?” Jake asked, seeing the pained expression on Allen’s face.

“Yeah, It is just a big time boner” Allen replied, he was fidgeting in his seat, trying to calm the growing erection. “I think I f..ked myself up bad,” he teased.

“It is just the blood flowing again,” Jake smirked as he answered his friend. “What was the best part of the ride?” He asked, hoping the diversion of thought would calm things down.

“The finish,” Allen replied. “Actually, lots of it was really awesome, but all of the team cheering me was so cool.” Allen choked up a little as he said it. His hand rested on his anatomy, still harder than it had ever been.

“Yeah, that was really fun,” Devon chimed in from the back. “That state police guy was really awesome,” he added. “We all thought he was going to give us a hard time about our swimsuits.”

Allen kept trying to stretch his legs out and flex them, hoping his throbbing erection would go down, but it didn’t. He grunted as he struggled in the ever so tight bibs. Jake looked over, he could see the agony in Allen’s face. “Maybe if we stop at a lake, the cold water will help,” Jake suggested. Allen had been rock hard for almost forty minutes.

“F..k this sucks,” Allen replied. “ What if it won’t go down? Can a boner get stuck?” he asked. That got a laugh, much needed.

“Can you imagine if you had to always have a boner?” Devon teased.

Jake turned right off Route 11, heading for a lake. Allen was so ready to try anything.

Xxxxx

The sun felt warm after being in the cool lake. Ricky was laying on his back on the towel, legs spread, his head resting on his hands. Stormy sat next to him, legs out front, his tight abs and swimmers pecs and delta defining his upper body. Both guys were stunning in their own ways. Stormy admired how Ricky’s package formed a nice round bulge, the outline of his down pointed anatomy bending round between his legs. The colorful Bang suit hung low, exposing the untanned waist above his male parts. Stormy admitted Ricky had a nicer masculine physique than AJ, who was gorgeous as well. It was quite the compliment for Ricky.

Ricky slid his left hand toward Stormy, rubbing his finger along the side seam of Stormy’s square cut suit. “So, how did you get the name Stormy, such a cool name?” Ricky asked. He admired how Stormy filled out the MP square cut.

“Well, it depends what story you believe,” Stormy started out. He rested his hand on Ricky’s abdomen, gently caressing his tight stomach, rubbing down to the top of the low cut Bang swim brief. Stormy looked at Ricky’s cute smile as he talked. “My mom said that they had trouble creating a child. After trying for years, when I finally came along she picked the name because I was going to take the world by storm.”

“Awe, That is a cute story,” Ricky replied.

“My dad has a different version,” Stormy said with a grin. His hand was now teasing Ricky’s nipples, playing with a few stray hairs on his otherwise clean swimmer body. What Stormy did not realize is Ricky has two huge erogenous areas and Stormy was hitting both. Ricky’s left nipple could take him all the way, and the spot just above his waist was the other. Ricky was getting very aroused.

“How different?” Ricky asked as he gently wiggled his legs to ease his growing aroused state. Stormy teasing his nipple was driving Ricky wild.