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The Speedo on the Hook

Post by fbanks » Sat Jan 31, 2015 5:57 am

Chapter 1

Bryan spotted the solitary Speedo dangling on the last hook of the rack located just outside the showers.

Standing really close to it while hanging up his towel, he could tell that it was only a little damp and not dripping wet ... not really wet at all actually, so it had obviously been there all night.

Regretfully, he took his time looking at it because he had always so desperately wanted to try swimming in a Speedo.

“Speedos are Gay” he instantly heard the voice in his head. That was only because Kris, his older brother, had told him that many, many, many times before. But to Kris, just about everything was gay. And sometimes when he said it, he really dragged it out … “Gaaaaaaaayyyyyy”. The length of it depending on the level that he felt for whatever it was.

It was early on a Saturday morning and he and his brother were in the Fitness Center, Kris to work out and Bryan to swim in the lap pool. Bryan swam every chance he got. Kris did swim occasionally, but that really wasn’t his thing. And neither of them ever wore a Speedo. Only because Kris said they were gay. For Bryan, it was always a pair of boring, bulky swim trunks, and never the actual Speedo brand, either … because those were gay. And jammers were not taken into consideration. According to Kris, those were definitely gay too.

The entire time he was in the shower, Bryan was stealing glances at the abandoned Speedo hanging on the hook as he stood under the shower head nearest to the entrance, while he quickly rinsed himself off, standing under the running water just long enough to get his swim trunks and hair just wet enough before he turned off the faucet and exited the showers, taking yet another glimpse at the abandoned Speedo before took his goggles and towel off the rack and made his way out the side door to the pool.
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Re: The Speedo on the Hook

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Chapter 2

He was still thinking about the Speedo hanging on the hook the entire time he was in the pool.

Swimming his laps and wondering to himself, “What it would feel like? Would it be different? Would he swim any better? Why did others wear them? Was it really gay?”

He just couldn’t seem to get that Speedo off his mind. And now, the vision of the abandoned Speedo was permanently fixed in his brain.

In vivid detail, he recalled what it looked like.

It was dark blue … glossy … almost shiny …with two inch high white and gold side panels … creating the impression of high-cut leg openings in the front … and there was a sewn seam running down the center of the back. Exactly like the ones that the guys on the college swim team wore when practicing at the Fitness Center when their pool was under maintenance.

He had seen them numerous times at the pool before. Stretching out on the pool deck … racing each other down the lanes … swimming their endless laps … milling around in the locker room … horsing around in the showers … snapping each other with wet towels … all with their matching Swim Team suits.

Bryan, quietly observing them from behind his mirrored goggles, with their snug-fitting suits on their much stronger, muscular bodies … some of the suits he thought, seeming to be a little on the small side for person wearing them … like they were the wrong size or something. Not that it was a problem, really … it just seemed strange to him, nothing more than that.

All the while, he could imagine one of those team suits … on him … looking like the real swimmer that he was … now seeing that very Speedo on himself … while feeling his body gliding smoothly through the water as he swam his seemingly endless laps.

And maybe … just maybe … even wearing that Speedo to the beach … already picturing himself stretched out on a towel and feeling the hot rays of sun caressing his mostly uncovered body as he lay on the soft, tan sand … sporting only a very brief swimsuit … just like quite a few of the guys there.

But unfortunately, that would probably never, ever happen, because according to Kris’s enlightening and educational observations … they were all gay too.

Nevertheless, that didn’t stop him from so desperately wanting to wear one in the worst way imaginable.
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Re: The Speedo on the Hook

Post by fbanks » Sat Jan 31, 2015 5:58 am

Chapter 3

Now finished swimming his laps, he toweled off on the pool deck and slowly walked back to the locker room.

After stopping at his locker, he was more than thrilled to see that The Speedo was still hanging there as he entered the cool, damp alcove to the huge shower room.

Nobody had claimed it … at least yet.

He knew it was probably going to stay there unless someone came back for it, and that was very likely because who would leave a perfectly good Speedo behind?

If not, it would eventually end up in the lost and found.

There were lots of items in the lost and found box.

But, there was never, ever a Speedo among the various items.

He knew.

He had looked … and quite a few times.
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Chapter 4

Placing his towel on the hook right next to the Speedo, and walking into the cool and currently unoccupied wide-open showering area to wash the chlorine off his hair and body, and for the entire time, he kept thinking about the suit … just hanging just there.

Soon enough though, he was feeling the hot, stinging spray of water on his body, and still thinking about the Speedo as he eventually untied his swimming trunks and slipped them off, imagining it was the Speedo he was now holding in his hands as he rinsed his bulky suit before hanging it on the faucet handle as he continued to liberally soap himself up with body wash.

Finished, he wrung out his drenched suit, and walked out of the shower, grabbing his towel from the rack and drying himself in the area outside of the showers before returning to his locker … and taking yet another close look at the Speedo hanging on the hook.
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Re: The Speedo on the Hook

Post by fbanks » Sat Jan 31, 2015 5:59 am

Chapter 5

Now, he was fully dressed and still all alone in the deserted locker room.

He was still thinking about it.

It was there.

He wanted it.

Sitting on the bench for a while longer than normal, absently toweling off his hair, he thought about it some more.

And on a whim, he made up his mind.

He decided to do it.

Casually, he got up, walked over to the rack next to the showers, took another look around then quickly lifted the Speedo off the hook, quickly balling it up in his hand and swiftly returned to his open locker where he slipped the Speedo into his bag next to his wet suit which was rolled up in the damp towel.

Now, he couldn’t wait to get home … and try it on.
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Re: The Speedo on the Hook

Post by fbanks » Sat Jan 31, 2015 6:01 am

Chapter 6

Fuck! It took Kris what felt like forever to get showered and then dressed while he fidgeted in the locker room, then in the waiting area in the lobby, and during the entire ride home all he could think about was his upcoming Very First Speedo Experience.

He was somewhat nervous and at the same time, felt himself becoming extremely excited.

Today, the ride home seemed to take much, much longer than normal.
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Re: The Speedo on the Hook

Post by solarguy » Sat Jan 31, 2015 11:59 am

Wow!!! A great start!! This is shaping up to be an awesome story! Can't wait for the rest of it!! Thanks

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Re: The Speedo on the Hook

Post by fbanks » Sun Feb 01, 2015 4:18 am

Chapter 7

Finally!

At home and alone in his room, he closed the door and removed the precious garment from his bag, carelessly discarding the damp towel and wet suit on the floor as he smoothed out the newly acquired Speedo on his rumpled bedspread, admiring the suit, while quickly stripping off his clothing, wondering if it would be as every bit as good as he imagined while he stared at the item now laid out on his bed.

He picked it up, again feeling the smooth slickness of the fabric between his fingers as he gently undid the tie string and got ready to put it on. “It was just like wearing underwear” he thought to himself, “… but not” he quickly realized as he held up the smallish suit and considered how it was designed.

The Speedo was definitely no comparison to the boxers he now always wore, and nothing like the standard white underwear he sported when he was younger. It was smaller … much smaller … than anything he had ever put on his body before. The fabric was much thinner … and seemed to be designed to stretch out more … and it would definitely show a lot of skin … that, he knew just exactly from what they looked like on the lucky guys that wore them.

Wondering if it was too small … almost dismayed at the very thought … running his fingers over the rippled, puckered surface of the leg openings … then, the even more gathered construct of the waistband … cleverly rolled and stitched to house the drawstring … slowly hooking his fingers along the furthest edges of the suit and pulling his hands apart further … and further … as to test the elasticity of the fabric … totally surprised as to how much the suit could actually stretch.

Seconds later, he was pushing his feet, through the fairly elastic leg openings, one at a time, standing in place as he carefully pulled the Speedo up his legs and eased it over his definitely thicker thighs, then wriggled the undeniably snug, yet incredibly stretchy suit right up on to his hips as he gently overstretched the material across his small butt, finally getting the Speedo in place on his body, taking special care to get himself arranged into the front of the suit before finally slipping his hands out from under the fabric and sensing it settling right into place.

Immediately, he was feeling the snugness of the tiny suit as it instantly molded itself right to his body … it wasn’t tight … but not exactly loose, either … definitely snug-fitting … and undeniably cradling his parts, feeling the almost slippery smoothness of the fabric when he ran his hands over the front … then the back.

It was definitely different … and nothing like he imagined. It was better … much better. It was incredible feeling. It was sort of … hot.

Pushing his hand down the front, he re-arranged himself until he found that was in the most natural position possible in the suit, not really accustomed to the sensation of wearing such a close-fitting, snug little article of clothing, and immediately finding that placing himself up and slightly to the left was the only way he was going to be relatively comfortable. Finally, happy with how the Speedo was on, he pulled the drawstring snug and tied it before carefully tucking the bow under the edge of the now smooth waistband.

Moving across his bedroom and feeling every bit of the Speedo he was now wearing gripping his body, he was now standing there, looking at his reflection in the mirrored closet doors, and instantly liking what he saw.

It fit him quite nicely … almost perfectly … laying against his body like a second skin with not a single buckle or ripple in the fabric … like it was meant for him. With his undeniable swimmer’s body, his messy bush of dirty-blonde longish hair worn surfer-dude style, his blue-gray eyes that were matching the shade of the suit … standing there … cocking his hip a little … and tilting his head slightly … unconsciously standing in the sexiest pose imaginable … and as he stared at his reflection in the mirror … not for a moment realizing the magnitude of his situation … because he was one of the lucky individuals that could wear a Speedo … and look damn good in it.

Turning around and gazing over his shoulder … seeing his shapely ass … somewhat covered with the stretchy fabric molding to his behind like a second skin … he liked it even better.

The fabric of the Speedo was completely smooth and sleek looking on his slender and well-toned swimmer body. Although the suit was pulled all the way up, it was riding a little lower on his body than he would have expected … well below his belly button in the front … just barely covering the top of his small thatch of pubes and giving him a good-sized bulge … with the supple material snuggly gripping his ass and the stitched seam forming perfectly to the shape of his small, rounded cheeks in the back, showing well over an inch of butt-crack at the top.

The color was perfect, the shimmery dark blue standing out on his white skin, the white and gold side panels on his hips, giving the suit a definite sporting, competitive look, and generously filling the suit quite nicely, and focusing his attention directly to the very front and center of the Speedo.

Turning forward and looking closer in the mirror, he could certainly see the silhouette of his long, thick shaft, running upward toward his hipbone, along with surely being able to discern the actual contour of the backside of his bell-shaped head of his cut penis, outlined in the material, right down to the rolled ridge of his crown … and as for his low-hanging ball sack … now firmly held in place by the suit … the well-defined shape of both large orbs pressing slightly outward against the snug constraints of the pliable fabric … all of it extremely evident in the thinly-lined Speedo which was certainly not doing anything in concealing the unquestionable shape and generous size of his parts … while he was almost to the point of pushing the limits of the suit.

Saying he had a massive bulge … was putting it mildly.
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Chapter 8

Unfortunately, he suddenly realized two things.

First, he knew he couldn’t possibly wear this suit in public … especially at the Fitness Center.

He didn’t know what everyone would say. And his brother, of all people … would be the most brutal.

Second, he was now getting as hard as a rock. The profile of his raging boner was now more than obvious in the suit, pushing upward behind the material of the thin, yet stretchy fabric, with the effects of his growing erection beginning the process of standing straight up and now pressing right against the edge of the top of the suit, making a huge tent in the Speedo and his head almost threatening to pop out from underside the suit at any moment … because there was simply no place to go … but up … and out.

Shifting it slightly to the side wasn’t any better. It was now extremely difficult, if not almost impossible to position himself in the suit, especially where there just wasn’t any room in the front of the Speedo to start with, and his boner was getting harder by the second … harder than he ever remembered it being, and from experience, he just knew it wasn’t subsiding in the least in the next ten minutes … or maybe, longer.

For Bryan, he knew there was only one thing to do. Untying the string, he gently lowered the front of the suit and carefully eased his raging cock and huge, full balls out of the fabric. Pumping a good amount of body lotion from the large bottle on his dresser into his open palm from the ‘special’ container that was there for this very specific purpose … although he continually insisted that he needed to moisturize his skin after swimming, the reality was that there was only one specific part of his flesh that was frequently ‘moisturized’ … shivering slightly as he wrapped his lotion filled hand around his unrestrained hardness and slowly started to stroke his elongated member, feeling every bit of the creamy smooth slickness quickly spreading out as his hand easily slipped up and down his thick, hard shaft.

Within seconds, he was lost in another world. The amazing feeling of taking the suit … and now actually having it on him … the excess material bunched up under his parts, pushing his cock and balls up and outward … and causing the rest of the suit to now be tightly stretched across his hips and ass giving the suit a sensation of a tightness that he could have never imagined … the excitement of taking the Speedo in the first place … and now wearing it … it was all so much as he closed his eyes, breathing in and out of his open mouth and gave in to the multitude of incredible sensations as he steadily slid his hand up and down his slick shaft, occasionally twisting his palm around his plump head and shuddering at the very touch.

Minutes later, he felt the first of the cold shivers travelling throughout his entire body as his head plumped up even more and became almost impossibly sensitive … feeling that distinctive … almost ticklish … almost painful … mind-boggling sensation … the one that told him that he was going to release at any moment if he didn’t stop, and before he knew it, his balls were pulling up tight in his sack, his cock was jerking and twitching, and then he was throbbing extremely hard and suddenly uncontrollably blasting his load all over the place … the first bunch of long, rapid spurts of discharge arcing up and out, splattering against the mirror in front of him, the large globs of his splooge, slowly drooling down reflective surface as he continued to cum and cum and cum, the more than abundant amount of thick, gooey fluid continuing to spurt, landing just short of the mirror, then continuing to just pour out of him … the hot liquid splattering on the floor, running down his hand and dripping onto the surface below him, now creating a small pool of milky white substance on the carpet, the sweet, thick nectar of his balls continuing to flow out of him until the spasms had stopped and he was completely drained.

Lightheaded, with breath panting, and a little dizzy from the experience, he took a big breath as he slowly eased the now sweat-soaked snug-fitting suit off his body and down his legs, quickly kicking it off his feet and carelessly discarding, the Speedo now reduced to being a slightly stretched-out and mostly shriveled puddle of smooth fabric as he fell backward across the mattress to catch his breath.

He couldn’t ever remember cumming that hard and that long ever before.
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Re: The Speedo on the Hook

Post by fbanks » Sun Feb 01, 2015 4:19 am

Chapter 9

Bryan put the Speedo on again later that afternoon … then again that night … where he actually wore it to bed after relieving himself … for yet the third time that day … before finally falling into a deep sleep and was soon dreaming of swimming in the pool in his newly acquired Speedo.

He was gliding smoothly down the lane, wearing only the small Speedo and a pair of goggles, effortlessly working his strokes and turning his head, detecting the t-marker at the bottom of the pool as he approached the wall, flipping the turn perfectly, sliding right into position as he rolled his body and caught a breath of air before turning his face back into the water, feeling every bit of the sensation of his newfound freedom, only his swimming now greatly improved by the wearing a tight little Speedo instead of always feeling the relentless drag of his bulky swimsuit. He swam and swam until he could go no longer, lavishing in the incredible sensations of the suit, and working on his amazing technique.

Getting out of the pool, he instantly noticed that everybody was looking at him … staring at him … admiring his stunning physique … one, now only enhanced all the more with the small blue Speedo that was now completely and totally plastered to his body like a second layer of skin, his more than conspicuous generous bulge, prominently evident and filling out the entire front of the suit, and his absolutely to-die-for small, nicely rounded ass, completely showcased in the thin, stretchy form-fitting fabric … appearing almost like he was wearing nothing at all, as he slowly and deliberately made his way across the pool deck to the locker room after grabbing his towel … his toned body glistening in the bright overhead florescent lights, illuminating the beads of water speckling his spectacular swimmer body.

Hesitating a casual extra second or two by the extremely cute Jennifer Schwartz, letting her have ample time to catch more than an eyeful of his body … and more than generous package … her eyes open wide in amazement as she obviously gawked downward at the undeniably huge bulge filling out the front of his suit, Bryan, knowing exactly what it looked like … right down to the substantial size and actual shape of his parts … and all hers, just for the asking … as he walked by, winked, said “Hey, Girl” and then let her continue to feast on his sculpted ass as he made his way to the lockers.

Waking up suddenly, again he was as hard as a rock, his unrelenting boner stretching the fabric to the limits, begging for the only type of relief that he could give himself … again.

Another handful of lotion and soon after, he was blasting his wet load over his chest and stomach, carelessly wiping it up with a tissue before again falling back into another deep sleep.
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