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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