[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The farm was just over 1200 acres, all of it dedicated to potato crop. It was a rough way to make a living, but family bonds were strong, which made it all worthwhile. Like all small communities, there were politics, gossip, feuds, and all the drama that came with living in a place where everyone knew everyone, but the community also protected its own, accepted each other, and truly cared. Allen wasn’t quite old enough to really understand that last part, but he was starting to appreciate the acceptance part. He had just turned of adult age, about to enter his senior year. Still growing up in so many ways, and well grown up in so many other.

Chores finished, Allen still had time to go “upside” the barn, which meant going to the top level, which was used for storage, mostly. His jeans were now dirty, as was his shirt, and his tattered Deere cap was now coated in dust. He was on a mission. In the far back corner, he saw it. The old green Raleigh ten speed, his dad’s bicycle. A 1970’s vintage classic, handed down to dad from Uncle Fred. “A mighty nice bike,” Allen thought to himself. By no means on the standard of today’s bikes, with its heavy steel frame and antiquated derailleur system. The tires were probably dry rotted, certainly flat, and the wheels were about as true as a badly out of tune piano. Cobwebs, dust and even some rust coated the bike. The cables were dry, stiff and screaming for lubrication. He chain has not been cranked in years and looked every bit as stiff because of that. Allen saw none of the problems. “A little washing, some WD40 and she’ll be as good as new,” he said to himself. He was confident, even if he unrealistic. He pulled the bike free of the clutter around it. “Come on baby, we’ll get you riding in no time.”

“What the hell?” his dad said as Allen wheeled the squeaky bike up to the back of the house.

“I’m going to fix her up,” a confident Allen said. “Bring her back to life…” he added as he shot through the door. Time to get ready for swim practice. Allen headed in to get showered and change into his swimsuit. His mind racing with youthful excitement of his new adventure.

"Good luck with that,” his dad replied with a grin, shaking his head. Allen was always the dreamer, he thought to himself. Dad walked over and looked at the neglected old bike. “Sure had some awesome rides on her,” he said to himself, reflecting back on his younger days. Those days were long past, consumed by running a farm and raising a family.


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Of the guys on the team, Allen was always the most colorful when it came to swimsuits. He probably, make that definitely, had the largest collection of swimsuits of anyone on the team, either gender. Allen loved bold prints and bright colors, and he loved his briefs cut narrower and lower. Amongst the guys, he stood out in both brightness and the more revealing fit of his suits. He slid off his nylon running shorts to reveal his brand new Turbo Joker swim brief, a bright white background with colorful stars on the left side and a bold joker face on the back. The fit was perfect, low and tight. He positioned up and to his right side, the suit just covering him.

“Dude, hot freaking suit,” said Jake, Allen’s best friend on the team, actually best friend ever. Jake was wearing a more conservative cut Speedo print with wider 3 inch sides. He looked amazing in his swimsuits. Allen looked specifically at Jake’s package, admiring how he formed a tight round bulge, the outline of him slightly showing as his anatomy curved around his balls between his legs, facing downward. Allen always got slightly aroused by Jake, a secret he never shared. Today was no exception. “Better stay away from the girls in that,” Jake continued. “No room for a boner,” he added as he playfully punched Allen in the shoulder.

The banter in the locker room was typical swim talk about swimsuits, girls, and who was going to kick whose butt in the pool. Allen was more of a distance swimmer, swimming the longer events on the team, except that he was fast on the fly so he swam that event also. The ten guys on the small team headed from the locker room together, seven in various briefs and three in jammers.

The outdoor pool was older, built in the 1960’s. It was shaped like an L with a deep end for diving. Eight lanes, of which three were removed for open swimming after the team finished practice. It was not heated, so the water was always cold, even in the peak of Summer. The day was perfect, blue sky and full sun, but the temps were still in the 50’s. They would rise to 65 by the time the team was done. The guys huddled with the 12 girls on the team as they waited for the fitness swimmers to finish up. The pool opened at 5am for lap swimming, and was always crowded right to the end at 8, when the team took over.

“He’s getting out,” Candy, one of the girls on the team proclaimed to the rest of the girls. The girls all adored Chris, a local college student who swam scholarship for Emory University. He was heading to his final year. As Chris hoisted himself out of the pool, it was revealed why. He had gorgeous blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, a masculine face that sat atop his stunning body. His abs were perfectly defined and after three hours in the cold water he still filled out the tiny, tight Tyr two inch side swimsuit very well. He stood for a few minutes on the deck, stretched, giving the girls and guys of the team a visual of masculine perfection. The lycra suit outlined him, pointing up and left. It was clear he was uncut and very well gifted in his anatomy.

“How’s it going?” Chris said as he walked over to the team. This was the best part. He swam for the same group, so he always came and chatted with the swimmers. He made the girls melt inside their suits, and made the guys hard. Even the straight guys could not help but admire him. “I am going to help your coach today,” he added. “”He has a big day planned and asked me to lend a hand.”

“Don’t change,” Candy said boldly to Chris. “Just looking at you in your Tyr will be motivation.”

“Well, I need a shirt, at least,” Chris blushed. “After my hot shower.” All the girls watched as Chris headed off to the locker room, his cute butt wiggled in the tight suit as he walked.