Old Green Bike

[a speedo minded guy]

STS, I do so like your writing style, the way you weave different stories back and forth!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Ryan was heading from his potato farm, back to his the lakefront log home, thinking about the long swim he had missed that morning. He hoped to get home in time to get in three miles of open water in the cool, clear water of the lake. "Maybe a short run after," he thought to himself. The long day started at 4am with the delivery of a new irrigation system. Finally it was assembled. Four guys, lots of cussing, but water was running to one of his largest fields of crop. His tight, form fitting Levi 501 button fly jeans were covered in dirt, grease, and whatever other stains he could create. They matched the equally dirty shirt. His baseball cap, equally covered in dust and grime, touted the annual Dog Sled Race.

As Ryan rounded the bend heading south into Washburn, he saw a troubling sight, a cyclist bent over a green bike. "He's wearing a swimsuit," Ryan said to himself. Not that a guy in a swimsuit bothered him, quite the contrary, but it was not a vision common in the middle of farm country. Ryan slowed his Ford F-150 truck and pulled over. He got out and walked the remaining 100 feet to the young guy in the Speedo, Ryan immediately knew the brand. He also knew the guy.

"Everything okay?" Ryan called out.

"Flat tire," came the reply as Allen turned to face the voice. A sense of relief rushed over him. "Am I glad to see you, Coach Ryan." Ryan helped coach the high school swim team.

"Were you going swimming or something?" Ryan asked. "Aren't you a ways from home, Allen?"

"My first long bike ride. I thought wearing a swimsuit would be better than baggy shorts...." Allen faded off as he looked down at the ground, feeling a bit weird. "It's a long story."

"Well, glad you are okay, you really messed up the tire. Need to replace all of it." Ryan replied. "Let's get your bike in the truck and call your dad, he does know you are out here?" The two guys lifted the bike into the truck.

"No, I just kind of went on my own,". Allen answered the question as he got in the truck.

Ryan looked at the 18 year old. "Allen, you know better, what if I had not come along. You are out here in a swimsuit, no phone, no money, and no water!" Coach Ryan scolded him.

Allen slipped the $5 out from his Speedo. "Not true, I got money," Allen replied.

Ryan looked at the $5 and laughed. "Oh yeah, now I feel better,". Ryan quipped. He reached over and messed up Allen's hair. "What am I going to do with you," the coach replied with a chuckle. He tossed him the phone and said "now call you dad and let him know where you are." Ryan directed. "Oh, and tell him we are going to Presque Isle to get your bike tire fixed."

"Thanks Coach, but you do not need to do that, plus I don't have the money,". Allen replied. He adjusted himself in the swimsuit. His balls were sore from the ride.

"I heard they are having a sale. Tires repaired for $5,". Ryan replied. "Plus I need to know you will be safe, especially if you plan to ride around in a Speedo!"

Ryan pulled into a country store in Washburn as Allen finished up the call. "I bet you are thirsty and hungry, let's get us a lemonade." Allen gave him a freaked out look.

"I can't go in there like this,". Allen pointed to his bulging swimsuit.

"You rode all over the county in that, I don't think they will care,". Ryan answered. "Plus, the counter girl will think you're cute." The two men headed in the store, dirty jeans and sweaty Speedo be damned.

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Jake untied the pontoon boat from the dock as Lizzie started the motor. She slowly backed the boat out from the dock, Jake jumping on the front as it cleared the dock. As pontoon cruisers went, this was a really nice one. 26 feet long, a mini fridge, small grill and a giant lounger at the back. The boat easily held 12. The 150hp motor gave it plenty of power and the stereo and flat screen TV gave it plenty of sound. Lizzie rotated the boat in the water. "Just to be sure, there should be life jackets in that stow," Lizzie said, pointing. Jake checked and confirmed. "Good to go," she announced as she put the engine in forward gear and gave it a punch of power. The year old boat hummed as she pushed out into the lake.

"Want to drive?" Lizzie asked as the got out into the deep open water.

"Sure," an excited Jake replied as he took the control. It was a perfect day, no wind, totally calm water and only a few boats out on the 9000 acre lake. Lizzie snapped a few pics of the swimsuit clad Jake playing captain, which she immediately posted to Facebook and sent via SnapChat to her friends. "Want some wine?" She asked, scoping out the fridge. Two bottles of wine, a six pack of local craft beet, and assorted sodas, all cold. Neither of them old enough to drink legally, but both had experience. Jake and Allen were known to sneak beer from Allen's dad's refrigerator in the barn. Lizzie did not wait for an answer, pouring two red solo cups far too full. She placed Jake's in the cup holder next to him. She then sprawled out on the lounger directly in front.

Lizzie looked so hot, Jake had a difficult time staying focused on the lake. His manhood swelled with arousal, making the tight swimsuit even more so. His sexual desire was intense, every nerve in his male anatomy was stimulated. Jake knew he was in trouble, out on the boat with nothing more than a very tiny swimsuit on, the narrow less than two inch sides very revealing, and he was getting more horny each minute. He could almost make himself explode right there. Lizzie's string bikini and tiny top hardly covered her, and from his angle he was getting a great view of her most desirous parts. A slow trickle of wetness seeped into the swimsuit. Luckily, he was hidden by the console. He sipped some wine. "It's going to be a wild day on the lake," Jake thought to himself. "I can't believe how bad I need to....". His thought broken by Lizzie's voice.

"Let's anchor and float," Lizzie suggested. "Maybe swim a little."

"Good idea," Jake replied. "I could use a jump in the water." Jake cut the power and the boat gently floated in the water. He grabbed the anchor, tossing it over the front of the boat.

"I am impressed," Lizzie said as she watched Jake work the anchor down to the bottom of the lake. "You are the sexiest anchor boy ever," she added, rubbing her left foot up between his legs, feeling his balls with the top of her feet. She held her foot there, enjoying the feel of his masculinity. Jake was instantly in a full hard-on. They were in about 80 feet of water, which used most of the anchor's chain. As soon as he knew the boat was secure, Jake jumped in, just in time to hold himself back from a total loss of control.

"You should come in, the water feels awesome," Jake called as he threaded water. The lake was warm for this far north, almost 65 degrees. Jake did a flip, and dove under. As he swam, he tried to adjust himself, the water easing his arousal. Lizzie watched as Jake showed off his water skills in the middle of the lake. She looked forward to some quiet time with him in the big lounger.

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"I think you caught them off guard," Ryan said as the two guys got back in the truck. "I suspect they have never had a guy walk in wearing a Speedo."

"Yeah, probably not. It was kind of fun," Allen quipped back.

"So, what is the story on the swimsuit,". Ryan asked. As they headed to the bike shop in Presque Isle, Allen told Coach about the ice cream shop and meeting the two triathletes. He explained how he was so inspired. He talked colorfully about the guy in the skintight outfit that "showed everything" and the guy who said he wore his swimsuit the whole triathlon.

"So, when I got to do my first real bicycle ride, I figured wearing my swimsuit was perfect," Allen finished the story. Allen was so animated, his enthusiasm bounded out of him. Ryan smiled at him with a reassuring look that Allen took comfort in.

"Let's get you back on that bike," Ryan shifted the focus as the guys pulled into the small bicycle shop, the same one Allen was at a few days ago. Ryan parked right up front. As he shut the engine off, he caught a glimpse of Allen's perplexed look.

"You sure I can go in dressed like this," Allen asked.

"Trust me, guys in Spandex are a very common sight, maybe not Speedos, but close enough," Ryan assured the anxious young guy. For some odd reason, Allen started getting hard.

[MISpeedo]

Thanks STS for another great story. The past ones were excellent and this one is also excellent! Thanks for finding a way to bring back earlier characters. Look forward to the next chapter.

[solarguy]

I completely agreee with MISpeedo!! Another great story! I'm a big fan!!

[Torchwatch]

Hey, I've got "an old green bike", it's a 1984 Raleigh Record Ace in metallic fern green, yes it's steel but 531 steel, lightweight and fast. The gear levers are mounted on the frame making it scary for anyone only used to handle bar shifters. It did have tri bars on it but one of the pads broke off last year.
I did the 1987 Canterbury Triathlon on it and appeared on local TV.
It still runs and my nephew rode it for a while before he got his own modern racer.
I managed to get my brother an almost unused Raleigh Record Sprint last year, probably 1988 and in perfect condition. This was the model that won the Race across America.

I think the Raleigh Record Sprint (painted black) was sold in the USA but hadn't heard if the Raleigh Record Ace was also exported. Maybe the Record Ace is the bike in the story. It originally had a brown suede leather saddle.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Het Torch, very close. The bike in the story is based off my very first road bike, a 1974 Raleigh Gran Prix. Like yours it was steel frame with shifters on the angle bar. It had a totally mechanical deraileur system by Shimano, the kind where you had to tweak it just so. It was a medium green color. I was crazy proud of that bike. I no longer have it and honestly can't recall what I did with it. That was many bikes ago. While the story is fiction, much of Allen's rides are based off some of my own experiences, such as the shreaded flat and getting rescued by my swim coach.

Thanks for the note.

STS

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

"Let's lay out and get some sun," Lizzie called to Jake, who was still playing alone in the deep water of the lake. She was sprawled out on the back facing double lounger, towels spread over the leather look cushions. Lizzie was aroused in a way she had never felt before. That part of her was extremely sensitive, it was as if all of her feeling was happening between her legs. She felt warm, moist, and dare she say erotic. She watched as Jake swam to the ladder at the rear of the boat and hoisted himself up. He was bent at the waist as he came out of the water, but as he straightened, the wet suit clung to his now much smaller anatomy, giving her a perfect view. He looked so darn cute, she just wanted to grab him and have her way.

"You had fun," Lizzie said with a smile.

"You should have come in, it was awesome," Jake replied as he casually tugged his clingy suit free of himself.

"I know it is stupid, but deep lake water freaks me out," Lizzie replied. "I can swim and all, and I know there is nothing there, but I hate not seeing the bottom."

"You are too funny," Jake replied. He sat beside her on the lounger. She reached over and rubbed his back.

"Lay back," Lizzie suggested. Despite the cold swim, Jake knew he was still turned on, the warm sun drying his suit was also warming him back up, or was it being next to Lizzie. Despite being a really handsome swimmer, Jake was not very experienced around girls. Some low level stuff, but never more. He really wanted to go further, especially since Lizzie turned him on so much. Jake was a gentleman, and maybe a little too shy when it came to girls. Jake lifted his muscular legs onto the lounger and laid back next to Lizzie. His tight swimsuit was already swelling with the growth of his desires.

"This is really cool," Jake said as he took her left hand in his right. He spread his legs about a foot wide. Lizzie was getting exactly the view she wanted of the handsome, near naked swimmer. His powerful shoulders, muscular pecs, the impressive abs, and that bulge. Lizzie turned onto her side and snuggled against Jake, laying her head on his shoulder. She kissed his cheek, softly three times. Jake turned and embraced her and they began to deeply and passionately kiss. Jake's arousal quickly expanded the bulge of his suit. He didn't care, he was enjoying the passion too much to worry about the massive erection he was growing. Lizzie was enjoying it all, too.

After several intense minutes, they both rolled onto their backs, laying side by side. "That was amazing," Lizzie said, breathless. Parts of her tingled in ways she had never felt before. She reached down and pulled the string of her bikini on the left side closest to Jake. She was now freely open for access, exactly the plan. "Give me your hand," she whispered to Jake.

"What are we doing?" A concerned, maybe confused, Jake asked as she guided his hand inside her loose bikini bottom.

"You'll see," she answered as she placed Jake's hand exactly where she wanted it, he could feel her warmth, her arousal, she whispered softly instructions. As Jake complied and began to hit all the right spots, Lizzie began to moan. It wasn't long before Lizzie flinched and tightened around Jake's hand, "Oh man, Jake, perfect," she said as her body peaked. Jake felt her pulsations as she reached the ultimate climax.