Old Green Bike

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Allen was still swimming strong as the group swam through the second mile. In fact, as Jake's endurance faded, Allen was now side by side with his best friend. Devon was still out there, but faded back, now almost 700 feet back and losing ground. Stroke and form had long gone out the window as the swimmers merely concentrated on closing the gap to the shore, except for Allen, who was still looking great and feeling very strong. The two kayaks made sure they stayed on course. The water was dark and deep, near 100 feet where they were. The depth would start to decrease as they closed in on the finish.

"He's kicking my ass," Jake thought to himself as he realized he could see the bright colors of Allen's Stroke Rate Funky Trunks swim brief. It was an odd feeling for Jake, who was always the stronger swimmer. As Allen continued to work his way into the lead, Jake knew he had no response left in the tank. "Way to go, Allen," Jake wanted to yell. A loon off left cried out, as if speaking for Jake.

Farther back by a quarter mile, Ricky and Coach were making their way over the deepest part of the lake. Ricky was swimming well, calmed by the support of Coach right next to him. Coach was slowed a bit by the dragging float, which kept his pace in perfect alignment to Ricky. Ryan could not be more proud of his swimmer conquering his fear and doing so well. To be sure, Ricky was still a bit anxious, but he kept his focus.

Chris stood out at the end of the dock wearing his brand new Q Swimwear Adrenaline Rush polo brief, a bright colored narrow side suit that he was rocking so well. His muscular body looked as great in the suit as he looked a few years back on the beaches with Sherie. The tight, barely covering fit gave him an impressive bulge with a tight high cut around his amazing legs. As the guys swam closer into the shore, Allen picked up the sight of the swimsuit wearing Adonis. Each stroke bringing him closer and into more focus. Ashland and the rest of the team were also lined up along the shore and in the water.

Allen was now solidly in the lead, Jake was 25 feet back. The remaining swimmers further back, with Devon about mid way to Ricky and Coach.

"Let's go Allen," Chris yelled out. "Swimming strong!" A couple of the girls on the team started a cheer. All the noise inspired Allen, who started swimming faster as he closed in the last hundred yards. The bottom of the lake, now 30 feet below, was clearly visible.

"Look at him go," Jake thought as he also picked up the pace. The team was going crazy with supportive cheers for each swimmer. Even Ashland was excited, barking and jumping. As Allen got close, some of the team swam out to greet him, right along with an exuberant old golden retriever. Allen swam to the end of the dock and stood, as the team pounced onto him in excitement, one would have thought he swam Olympic gold.

"Jake, Jake, Jake..." the chant started as Jake quickly came in second.

"You kicked my ass," he said to Allen as the two guys hugged. "Great f..king swim, dude," Jake added.

The process repeated as each of the next swimmers finished, with a special commotion for Devon. Devon was the ultimate teammate, what he lacked in swimming ability he made up for in his team spirit. He tried harder than anyone at practice, helped everyone with anything, and even though he sat out most meet events he always cheered the team on without feeling sorry for himself. Plus he was so cute in his swimsuits. A contagious, mischievous smile and a handsome body. His finish was the teams chance to show him the attention he so much deserved. Devon took it all in, beaming like a hero as the guys high fived and the girls hugged. He even got a little aroused.

"Who is that?" Jake asked, watching two swimmers still a ways out.

The guys looked around. "I think it's coach and Ricky," Allen finally said. Keith in the kayak confirmed.

"Holy shit, Ricky is afraid of deep water," Jake added. "Look at him go. Come on guys, let's cheer him in!" That set off a Ricky chant that could be heard clear across the lake.

"Let's swim out and join him," Allen suggested as he slid his goggles back over his eyes and dove back into the water. The pair was now 300 feet out. Jake followed as did a few of the swimmers off the dock.

Coach slowed as the cluster of swimmers joined Ricky. He let the team finish together. As the guys got to the dock, the whole team cheered as Ricky stood. It was a festive celebration that set the theme for the rest of the day. Allen gave Ricky a hug. They held longer than most guys would. Under water their legs and bulges touched, storing desires for each other that neither had shared. Desires they needed to explore, some day.

[nespeedoguy]

Awesome story s t s !

[solarguy]

Wow!! You've been busy!! This is such a great story. Love it!!

[a speedo minded guy]

STS,

Loving how the whole team came together to not only greet the winner, but also, the special attention paid to Devon and Ricky. Cannot wait for the next chapter. Keep it coming!!!

[Swimmboy]

I've been out of town - and without internet - for several days. Just got to read this new chapter tonight! Really like the way the team comes together for each other, and am hoping that troubled kid, Stormy, will finally let his guard down and join them.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The sunsets over the lake are stunning, as the sun tucks down behind the mountains west of the lake. Orange glow becomes soft yellow with flashes of pink and even a little Violet. The cookout was over, but Jake and Lizzie left Coach's house and were now on Lizzie's pontoon boat in the middle of the lake, just about where they had swam earlier. Jake was still in his undersized, very tight, Sporti International Flags brief, with its less than two inch sides. Lizzie had swapped the board shorts she borrowed after the lake ate her bikini bottom, now wearing a one piece team suit she had in her swim bag. She was more clothed than Jake, who was getting aroused, making the tight suit even more so. As hot as Lizzie looked in the skimpy bikini, Jake liked how the smooth Lycra made her curves feel so silky and slippery. They were laid back in the loungers of the boat, side by side, her head on his chest, his hands wrapped around her. Her hand rested on his upper leg.

The lake was calm, flat, and romantic. She kissed him. She had poured each of them some wine from a half finished bottle in the luxurious boats mini fridge. They were feeling loose, free and in deep love, albeit young love. Really more lust.

"Are you sad Allen beat you?" She whispered as the darkening sky was being cast in an amber light from the waning sunset. She rubbed his chest as she watched him think.

"No, well, yeah maybe a little, but he swam so good." Jake didn't have a jealous bone in his body, but like any competitor he always prefers to win. "So, you never told me what happened to your swimsuit," Jake changed the subject.

Lizzie played with Jake's nipples as she related the story of her swim, making Jake grow hard in the tight suit, its undersized fit pressing against his growing anatomy. "I could feel it getting loose, but what was I going to do," Lizzie said. "I hoped it would stay tied until we stopped, but all of a sudden I felt it slip off. By the time I stopped, it was gone." As she told the story, she continued to glide her had over various erogenous zones of Jake's erotically charged body, but her play with his nipples was, above all else, driving him wild. She knew it. The boat gently floated in the calm, amazingly romantic lake.

"That's just crazy," Jake managed to mumble. "What did you do?"

"Well, I kept swimming until I could get Coach's attention. You should have seen his face when I told him I lost my bikini." Lizzie was animated, sitting up, giving Jake some time to calm his urges. "He didn't know what to do at first, but he knew I could not stay naked."

"How did you get on the boat?" Jake asked, now also sitting up.

"He grabbed a towel, hung it on the back of the boat. Made sure you guys were ahead. Then he looked forward and waited for me to get on. No one even knew," she laughed. "He was such a dad about it," she laughed.

"Wow, that is pretty funny,". Jake replied. "Remember the time Tim forgot to tie his suit and did that big dive...". They both started to laugh at the image of Tim's suit coming right off him as his body hit the water.

"He sure gave everyone a good show," Lizzie added.

The cute couple laid back down on the lounger, Jake immediately getting hard as they pulled themselves close. The tiny suit could barely contain him. The romantic night turned steamy hot.

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"Sorry you didn't make it to the party," Ricky texted one last time to Stormy.

"What's your deal with Stormy?" Allen asked as Ricky hit send on the text. The two guys were at Allen's house hanging out, both still in swimsuits. They were up in the barn loft. Allen swiped two cold beers from his dad's secret refridge in the farm office. It was well stocked, Allen knew he would not notice. The beer was going down fast, too fast.

"Just want him to feel liked by the team, must be hard to move that far," Ricky responded. "Plus don't you think he is a pretty hot looking guy?" Ricky asked, the beer loosening any inhibitions. Ricky started getting hard just thinking about how cute Stormy looked. Ricky had never worn jammers, never even thought about them. After seeing Stormy in them, Ricky was curious.

"Yeah, I guess he is pretty cute," Allen replied as he finished off his first beer. It was not the first time the guys raided the secret stash, but infrequent enough that one beer created quite the buzz. Allen laid back, exposing Allen the hot swimsuit he was wearing. Allen was feeling horny, and Ricky was looking too damn hot.

"Okay, bud, serious question," Ricky announced as Allen grabbed two more beers, handing Ricky one. "I am trusting you here," Ricky added.

"Go for it, Ricky," Allen replied after a deep draw on the beer, a Seadog Brewing Summer Ale, sans the lemon. The guys eyes met, it was as if they knew what was about to happen. Deep trust, team trust was on the line.

Ricky paused. His heart raced. A bead of sweat rolled down his left facial cheek. "What if I told you I think I am gay?" Ricky finally asked. He wanted to pass out, but not from drinking.

Allen smiled. A long pause, eyes meeting again. "Ricky.... It is so cool, awesome," Allen started out. "What if I said, me too," Allen replied. "Plus I know the team would be totally supportive,". Allen added. It was as if the world had just opened up for them. The two guys talked for two hours, hanging out in the barn, such was life as a farm kid. Hugs, tears, acceptance.

A ding of Ricky's cell phone broke the deep talk, the release of feelings and fears. "Thanks for caring, Stormy" came the late reply. Ricky would not see it for a while.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Stormy laid on his bed, he swapped the jammers for a Buddy Smuggler brief he bought on line back in Phoenix. AJ and Stormy both ordered matching pairs, two sets. They never wore them in front of anyone, but frequently hung out at AJ's backyard pool in them or in one of a dozen or so brief or less type suits the guys had in their secret collection. Those afternoons and evenings at the pool often led to more than just swimming. Stormy loved the feel of this particular suit on, made in the logo of the Sydney Roosters, a team Stormy knew nothing about. AJ liked the rooster emblem. Stormy smiled thinking how cute AJ looked in his.

Stormy was reading the latest issue of DNA on his iPad. Mostly he was looking at the pictures of the hot guys, especially the ones in swimwear. An ad for Bang featured an amazingly gorgeous guy in a bold, colorful brief. Stormy stared at him for a long time, urges taking over his thoughts, swelling the rooster emblem of his swimsuit. He couldn't decide if the guy was turning him on or the swimsuit was. Stormy followed the link in the ad and found the suit on the website. He copied the link to his Pinterest page for safe keeping. A site that contained the hottest and sexiest guys swimwear, from jammers to the skimpiest briefs, even a few thongs.

Stormy loved reading the advice column "Dear Diva." Mostly he would laugh at her frank but blunt advice to the perils of gay relationships. He wondered if the situations were real or made up, some seemed too bizarre. He read as Diva gave advice about a guy who was taking out his anger on the wrong people. At first the correlation to his real life did not hit Stormy, but as he moved on to a spicy photo shoot of hot guys, something started to sink in.

"Diva, I really dig this new guy at work. I know he is gay. I have tried to be nice to him, even invited him to have lunch or get coffee, but he keeps making snide comments about all of us. I know he is upset about his transfer to our department after his location got closed, so I try to ignore it hoping he will come around. He is really cute and I would like to get to know him...," the letter read. Diva's answer was blunt, a bit harsh. She told the writer to move on and stop wasting his time. Lots of other cute guys, go find one who is cute and wants to get to know you. "Some dicks are too self absorbed in their own pity to realize they are only screwing it up for themselves," she closed with. Stormy read the letter three times, before he went back to the hotter parts of the latest issue.

Before he went to sleep, after giving himself a good feel over his anatomy in the hot swimsuit, Stormy flipped to the message icon. Ricky's last note was top of screen. "Thanks for caring, Stormy" he typed out. He let it sit for several minutes, as he debated actually sending it. "Stop being a dick," he finally said to himself. The swoosh sound of the message flying into cyberspace was the last thing he would hear before going to sleep.

[a speedo minded guy]

STS,
Wow, things are heating up in a big way for a lot of people!!! I hope we get more intimate details of this night. Lots of fireworks!!! And I don't mean because it's almost the 4th of July in the US