[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Allen’s burst of revived energy ran out quickly into the extra distance ride. He crested the steep hill out of Patten, quickly realizing his idea was long on desire and short on capacity. Even the majestic views to the west of Mt Katahdin could not inspire him. His legs screamed to get off the bike and his balls hurt with pain from being squished between the hard seat and tight spandex. He wasn’t even sure if it was pain, but Allen wondered if he would ever have a boner again. He rolled past the remote school complex south of the town, finally reaching his mid point turn.

“Oh man, my balls hurt,” Allen said aloud to nobody. His kit was wet again with sweat, he wanted so bad to be free of all of it. If he could just get off the bike, throw it in the woods, get naked, he would have done it. Instead he rode into the ghost town of Stacyville. Progress had not been kind. The town was a strip of abandoned businesses and houses that were looked unsafe to live in, but were homes nonetheless. Even the general store was empty, vacated long ago as the town slowly faded away.

Allen crossed the abandoned tracks of a railroad long since gone. He was halfway through the final fifteen. He stopped the bike, sucked down the last of his first bottle of liquid. His balls pulsed with pain. For five minutes he openly massaged his Lycra wrapped manhood, not caring if anyone saw or not. The relief felt great, as feeling came back to his crotch. He rubbed deep between his legs, holding himself in his hand. He felt all of himself. He actually started getting aroused.

The journey back north was slow. Allen barely hit 15 mph as he rolled out of Stacyville toward town. The old green frame bounced over the rough road of winter damage. He watched his front wheel roll over the asphalt road. Further back, his manhood hugged the narrow of the hard seat, his balls splitting between the point, moving with the flow of his pedal strokes. The arousal that started at the break was still there, creating an extra large bulge in his shorts. He was five miles to go. Three of which were uphill.

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Chris laid his head in his folded arms. The sun warmed his back. The suit still felt tight, but at least he was easing off his arousal. The pressure of his anatomy pressing the ground gave him some tease, which he easily could have made into action, but only if alone. The group of girls had moved on to other conversations. Chris contemplated his response to Sherie. He was still interested in her, still in love, but life had moved on. He was now back home in Maine, really rural northern Maine. He liked it here and he was on track to take over the coaching job of the team. Ryan was his coach back in the day, Chris thought it was special to be able to continue the team’s journey. He also taught swim courses at the local college, and hoped one day they would add a team there.

Then there were guys. Chris had some great friends, swimmers or not. They all accepted each other. Chris knew he had desires there, and he enjoyed exploring them. He loved seeing guys in their racing swimsuits, especially the really fit ones. His personal suit collection had grown, and he wore them all the time, not just for swimming. Even on a cold winter day, he loved to stand on the back deck in the snow, swimsuit and shoes, taking in the crisp Maine winter. He mowed lawns, did housework, cooked dinner, even washed the truck in some sort of swimsuit, from square cut Funkies, to the most racy bikini. Chris’s joy of suits started in high school when he would come home from practice and never change out of them. His buds knew it, and no one cared. In fact, some of his closest guy friends joined him, hanging out and even modeling various suits for each other. Chris wondered how Sherie would fit in. He closed his eyes and listened to the lake.

Jake looked so hot in his race day suit. Chris knew Jake had potential to swim beyond the team. He was lean, muscular and drop dead handsome. Chris’s eyes wandered all over Jake’s body as he stood at the block, waiting for his start. “Damn he can rock a swimsuit,” Chris thought to himself. Chris soaked in the male physique. Chris’s own body started responding to the vision, growing quickly back to his fully aroused state. He pressed his mid section into the towel and grassy lake shore as he felt himself become fully erect. Beyond erect, really.

“You look ready to break a record,” Chris said to the star swimmer.

“Yeah, I feel ready,” Jake replied.

The call came for the swimmers to mount the blocks. Jake and Chris gave a fist tap. “Kick as, make them eat wake,” Chris said. Jake smiled. The IM was his favorite event and fly and free his strongest strokes. He would go out hard and fast, try to hold position on the back and breast, then regain any lost ground on the final leg. Chris watched as Jake bent into position, adjusted his bulge, rechecked his strings. The commands were called and the starting signal rang out. Jake’s graceful dive sent him off. Chris’s mind wandered to other thoughts, as he had a vivid, erotic dream about guys, mostly Jake, in their tiny swimsuits.

“Oh crap,” Chris said as he jolted out of the dream. He quickly rolled over onto his back, feeling the build up to a massive thrust starting. He stretched his legs straight, his mind urging his body to hold back. The girls stopped talking and watched as Chris struggled. They were far enough back to not see details, rather they just took in the vision of the cute guy in the skimpy, bulging suit, as he flexed his legs, showing an impressive bulge. “F..k,” Chris said as he tried to hold back. He looked over at the girls, then back at the lake. His body pressed against the tight swimsuit.

“I can’t believe this,” Chris exclaimed to himself. His heart was racing. The suit barely contained him, he could feel himself building. In a flash he grabbed his goggles and shot for the lake, hoping the cold water would solve his situation. The girls watch as he darted to the water. They had no idea what was happening, but they could see his massive, defining bulge. Chris pulled his goggles on as he entered the water. Waist deep he dove into the lake and began swimming. He could feel his hardness in the suit.

“I think he got a boner,” one of them said. “I could help him with that.” They all laughed.

“Poor guy,” another replied. “Not easy to hide in a suit like that.”

A few hundred feet out, in water to his neck, Chris stopped. He rubbed himself, feeling his still hard anatomy. A rolled over and did a slow swim along the shore. He was still erect, but at least he avoided losing control, or if he did he did not feel it with the swimming. After fifteen minutes, he walked back to the shore. He was still aroused, his suit bulging large. He was also feeling horned up. Chris grabbed his towel and headed for the truck. He knew if he laid out, he would be right back where he was.

Chris just finished spreading the towel on his leather seat when a voice behind him caught him by surprise. “You are a really good swimmer,” said the soft female voice.

“Oh, hey, Thanks,” Chris replied. Her eyes went right to his bulge as he turned. He was still too aroused. She had come just to see the still aroused bulge in the suit, his anatomy clearly defined by the wet Lycra and Chris’s very aroused state,

“Love your swimsuit, you look great,” she added. She was attractive, light brown hair cropped. “My name is Rae,” she introduced herself. The rest of the ladies made their way over. They were all dressed in shorts and tops, Chris felt far too naked, and his body was growing again. Like their friend they all wanted a closer look of the skimpy swimsuit and the package in it.

“Chris,” he replied, shaking her hand. “Sorry, I feel a bit under dressed,” he added.

“You’re fine,” she replied. “Mind if I take a picture?” She was pretty forward. Chris nodded awkwardly, consenting. She handed the phone to Crystal who snapped three shots, One a close up of just Chris’s swimsuit, bulge and all. Now that they were side by side, Rae slid her hand on Chris’s back, then rubbed his butt. She wanted to rub more.

“Hey, I gotta get out of here,” Chris broke away.

“Chris, what’s your number, I will text you the pics,” Rae offered. All but the crotch shot, that is.