[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Sunday morning brought picture perfect weather for a bike ride. Allen woke at his usual 4:30AM to get his farm chores done. The window fan blew a cool breeze into the room. Ricky was still sleeping on the other twin bed in Allen's formerly shared room, looking scrumptious. Allen rummaged through his swimsuit tub and pulled out an older Nike swimsuit, a solid black one with white accent that ran up the sides and across the back. He stood naked in front of the fan, the cool air felt great as it blew across his manhood. He turned and looked in the mirror, admiring how his legs were becoming more defined, the result of his riding. He got hard, watching as he went to a full, spontaneous erection. He wrapped his hand around himself and teased his desires. He did not finish, no time. Instead he slipped into the swimsuit, his aroused manhood clearly visible. He had no clue Ricky watched the whole thing.

Allen opened his room door and headed to the bathroom. He could hear his sister already up making breakfast. The smell of coffee created an alluring aroma. His dad was long out the door and already working. Family breakfast on Sunday after chores was a tradition. Allen was quick in the bathroom, he had no time to waste. He headed downstairs, his arousal subsided, but still wearing nothing but the tight swimsuit.

"Good morning Sis," Allen said as he entered the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with juice.

"Haven't seen that suit in a long time," his sister said. "Looks good on you."

"Thanks," Allen replied. He headed into the laundry where he grabbed his jeans, a clean shirt and slipped them on, his swimsuit body transitioning to farm boy sexy. Within minutes he was out the door for three hours of chores. The tight jeans showing a nice bulge, his t shirt snug over his shoulders hiding the muscular abs underneath. Ricky was still upstairs sleeping. His promise of getting up early to help with chores lost out to a few more hours of sleep. Allen was okay with that, Ricky was cute but he would slow them both down.

Three hours later, Allen was covered in dust and dirt, his hair a murky mix of mud soaked in sweat. The reality of life on a farm, you got dirty, real dirty. Especially if you were out in the potato fields climbing over irrigation rigs or tilling. Today, Allen had done both. Life as a dirt farmer. He got back to the farmhouse and went in the barn and wheeled the old green bike out. He was going to take advantage of the swim practice free day to get in a good ride. His longest yet. He leaned the bike against the barn and headed back to the house to get cleaned up.

The outdoor shower was one of Allen's favorite post chore treats, especially as he got into his teen years. The shower was walled off by wood panels that went knee high to just over his head. The valves were functional rustic, one for hot and one for cold. The floor was made of concrete pavers, the water just ran off into the surrounding grass, which was always a lush deep green. The shower was already wet, meaning his dad was back in the house.

Allen turned the water on, adjusted the temp, and stood under fully clothed, watching as the dirt washed out of his jeans. As usual, he was already getting aroused, his bulge expanding. Allen had his morning rituals and his body knew the shower was about more than getting clean. He put some shampoo in his hair, a cheap brand from the local dollar store, but it did the trick. He watched as the soap ran over his shirt and jeans. Allen slowly removed his shirt, a sensual feeling overtaking his body. Then he slowly unbuttoned each button of his 501 slim fit jeans. He slid them off and threw them hanging over the side wall of the shower. He stood in just the tight black and white Nike swimsuit. It had a back seam that made for a tighter fit up front, especially aroused.

Allen lathered himself with soap and washed over his chest and down his legs. Every so often he would rub across his bulge, teasing his erotic urges. After several minutes of teasing, he untied the suit and slipped himself free, now totally naked and very aroused. He hung the suit on the door handle as his other hand massaged his most sensitive parts. He arched back, enjoying the feelings of urge pulsing through his body. He watched as his body thrust explosive releases across the shower, hitting the far wall, or shooting over. It was awesome.

His morning ritual finished, Allen slipped back in the wet suit, adjusted his still large anatomy, turned the water off and grabbed his wet clothes off the wall. He hung his wet jeans and shirt on the line in the yard and stood in the warm sun for a few minutes drip drying. His suit clung to him.

" Are you finished yet," his sister called. "Breakfast is almost ready." She knew her brother had his Sunday ritual.

"Coming now," Allen replied, chuckling at how that sounded. He headed inside, ready for a pre ride food feast, still in the damp and clingy swimsuit. Ricky was up now, wearing loose fitting shorts over his swimsuit from yesterday. He looked too damn cute, Allen thought. Ricky thought the same about Allen.

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Allen slid the cycling bib shorts over his muscular legs adjusting them as he got up around his mid section, then pulled the shoulder straps over. The fit was firm and tight. He wore them, of course, commando, the tight spandex molding to his anatomy leaving no question of position. The tight fit always created a bit of arousal. Next, Allen slipped on the colorful jersey, again creating a form fit. He stood in front of the mirror admiring how he looked.

Allen's cell phone rang, pulling him away from the mirror.

"Hey man, what you got planned for the day?" Asked Jake.

"I am riding to Patten," Allen replied.

"Dude, isn't that like 80 miles?" Jake questioned.

"Yeah, give or take," Allen answered.

"You really are crazy!" Jake exclaimed. "I was thinking about going tubing in the river, guess that is out for you."

"Sorry, man. I figured you'd be hanging with Lizzie".

"Let's do something later," Jake replied. "Be careful man, watch for moose!" Jake added, part tease but mostly serious.

Allen headed out of his room, ready for the longest ride yet. He had built amazing skill and endurance. Day by day he had become stronger, but this ride would test his endurance and skill in ways he could not imagine. This was a one way ride, Ricky would meet him at the end. Allen stuffed $20 in his jersey pocket, loaded the next pocket with granola bars for snacks, his cell phone in the third. He had two water bottles filled. He and Ricky kissed, in private. Sparks flew between both sets of legs.

"Look at my son, the serious cyclist," Dad said as Allen stood by his bike. A ping of jealousy at hi youth mixed with pride. "I am really proud of you," he added. Ricky stood back, letting the father son moment unfold.

"Thanks, Dad," a misty eyed Allen replied. He did look stunningly athletic and handsome in his colorful cycle gear.

Dad opened his wallet and handed his son a $10 bill. "I know you got money, but just in case...". Dad trailed off. "You got tubes?"

"Two, Dad, and the pump." Allen pointed at the small pump mounted aside his water bottle. "Batteries charged in the lights, too".

"Back in my day, we didn't have helmets, we clipped pant legs, you cyclists are so much smarter," Dad observed. "Now get going," he finished. Allen spontaneously hugged his father, a memory they would carry forever. Moist eyes and all, Allen mounted the regal old green bike and headed down the drive. A left onto the road would lead him to Maine route 11. From there he would head south, crossing over The big hill out of Portage Lake, continuing south toward Ashland. The grand ride had begun.

Ricky started the pick up and headed out, a one man SAG support. At least for now. Ricky took out his cell phone and began calling the team, starting with Stormy.