[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Lizzie sat in the middle of Jake's truck as they headed south toward the big finish in Patten. She smiled at her situation, riding between two guys wearing skimpy little swimsuits and her in a bikini that barely covered her. She reflected on how freaked out her mom was about Jake the first time he went to her house in his swimsuit. If only she saw her daughter now, Jake to her left and Devon to her right, Devon didn't even have his shirt on. A cute guy totally naked but for the tight two inch band of Lycra that bulged over his anatomy. Both guys looked so damn hot, the usually aroused Lizzie could hardly control herself. She studied how Devon's suit showed every detail of his male parts, even the cut line. She wondered if he was horny, the way he was bulging in the suit. He certainly looked hard. Devon wasn't, but he made suits look well filled out.

"Allen's coming up on the right," Jake announced. He was just starting the climb toward Mt. Chase, before he hooked up with Chris. "He looks like he is riding good," Jake added.

"He must be close to 75 miles now," Devon observed. The sight of Allen took their minds off other things, if only for a few minutes. Jake gave wide space as the trio drove slowly passing their riding hero. Up closer, you could see the strain on Allen's face as he started the tough climb. He reached down and adjusted the gearing, going to the small front ring and a larger rear. The team cheered as they passed. Allen mustered a smile and a half hearted thumbs up. It was hot, he was wet with sweat, salt caked on his face, even his helmet straps were white with salt. He was tired, the ride was getting long.

"He looks like he is ready for it to be over," Jake said.

"Yeah, but he is still riding strong," Devon replied. "Not sure I would ever ride a bike that long." Jake blew the horn as they were well past, his last yell of encouragement to his best friend.

"That was fun," Lizzie chimed in as everyone sat back in the seats. Jake returned to 50mph. Lizzie's eyes wandered to both guys suits. A tingle of desire pulsed between her own legs. Devon still looked aroused, Jake not so much. Lizzie rested her hand high on Jake's right leg, all the way to where his suit's narrow lower leg seam met his bare skin. Her fingers could touch his most sensitive parts, which she let them to. She guided her index finger along the outline of him, softly. Jake responded immediately, his bulge growing massive. He did not fight it. Devon watched Lizzie's hand, he imagined the feeling. He started to grow along with Jake. It became clear he was not hard earlier, but it was more clear that he was getting hard now. For both guys, the tiny suits struggled to contain them. "She is stroking him," Devon thought to himself in disbelief.

Jake could feel his urge growing fast, too fast. Being around Lizzie in a tiny swimsuit all morning had built up desire he was about to lose control of. He gently slid her hand down his leg. He had to focus on driving, which was becoming difficult. He was growing and pressing hard against the tight suit. Lizzie slid her hand back, this time more boldly feeling him. Devon watched as she slid her hand over Jake's bulge, Devon grew even more aroused as he imagined the feeling. He could feel her imaginary hand on him, teasing him, arousing him. He closed his eyes, feeling his arousal grow.

"I need to drive," Jake said, hopping Lizzie took the hint. Jake was doing all he could to stay grounded and keep himself in check. He could feel the sensation building between his legs. A soft thrust let out a slight shot of wetness. His suit soaked it in, forming a wet spot. He knew there was more to come. "We got some time," Jake said as he made a right onto a slightly traveled rural road. Farm fields lined both sides as they headed west, directly ahead a ridge of mountains that made up the state park. The road was private, secluded. Row upon row of potato crop lined both sides.

Lizzie let her leg slide against Devon's, acting as if she didn't notice. As much as Jake was trying to keep control, it was Devon who was most struggling. He wished he had his shirt, but it was in the duffle bag in the bed of the truck. He was feeling so exposed in the tight two inch band of swimsuit with his massive erection stretching the suit into a bulging display of erotic desire. Devon had rarely been publicly hard in a swimsuit, and had never exploded in one. "Please, get a grip," Devon said to himself. He stretched a leg out, hoping he could ease the arousal. He could not believe how hard he was or how close he was. The bumps of the road created pulsation that only made things worse. The tight suit kept getting tighter.

Lizzie was as aroused as the guys. Her own tingling sensations teased her, as her warmth soaked into the tiny string bikini bottom. She could feel Jake inside her, all in her mind, of course. The outline of him as he massaged her. Like the guys, she was close. Far closer than them. Her left hand slowly stroked Jake, bringing him so close. He was breathing harder. The truck slowing. Her right hand, with one finger followed Devon's quad muscles, careful to not actually feel the parts of him that she so loved on Jake. Enough, though to bring him to an explosive loss of control.

"Damn, Lizzie," Jake said in a very lustful way. He knew he had lost the battle. The first thrust about sent him out of his seat as he exploded into the tight suit and the grip of her hand. She released with him, her inner self pulsating as wetness soaked her bikini. Jake's thrusts were powerful, masculine, intense. He kept thrusting, the truck dead stopped. Devon had his eyes closed. Lizzie's hand went higher, finally feeling him. It did not take much.

"Oh Shit," Devon called out as he felt the first signs of an atomic orgasm. His legs went straight and stiff as the first massive pulse of release shot out of him, through the suit. Five more powerful jolts followed, finally easing off to soak his suit with sticky masculine release. His heart raced. He could not believe he lost it like that. "Sorry," Devon said softly as he covered his wet suit with his hands. Breathless, the trio sat silent. On the main road behind them Allen had just finished his last big climb. The finish line was a rolling downhill roll ahead. All three needed to get cleaned up, fast.

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The water dousing by Chris was more than refreshing, it washed away the salty grime of sweat from Allen's face. Chris and Allen chatted for a few minutes as the looked at the road ahead. Patten was a mere five miles ahead, all downhill. The one street town visible in the distance. "The hard work is over, enjoy this part," Chris encouraged him. Allen remounted the old green bike as two cars full of teammates passed by, horns blowing and cheers screaming. Allen started the downhill ride. Chris stood and watched as he began the easy roll.

About 50 feet out Allen turned his head back. "By the way, cool freaking suit," he yelled back to Chris. Chris smiled back. It was Sherie's favorite. He looked down at his suit, it still felt great on and looked awesome. He still rocked it well. He felt himself get a little aroused.

The bike almost rode itself on the long downhill, edging up past 19 as Allen gained speed. He needed it, because he had a short, steep uphill to take on before the coasting finish resumed. It wasn't long, but it was easily a 10% grade for about 1000 feet, enough to suck away any speed and pull a rider out of his seat. Allen made it almost half way before he had to stand and press out a climb. His wet, clingy spandex kit clung to him. Chris went by just as Allen crested the climb. Over the next mile, one by one, the parade of team went by cheering and screaming.

Allen coasted, catching his breath. He could see the town of Patten. He could feel the end coming. He was ready to be off the bike and out of the wet, sweaty spandex wrap of his gear. Head down, Allen powered up the speed, watching as the town inched closer. The small airstrip on his left marked the mile out point.