That was the same night that Kris was on Leo’s bed on his knees and forearms with his face buried in his clenched hands, ass raised in the air and moaning and grunting out incessantly, his body moving back and forth to the rhythm of the action with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and bodies hitting bodies while Leo was vigorously fucking the hell out of him.
But this time, things were a little different.
Tonight … he was wearing a Speedo.
A little item that Leo had produced, telling him to put it on before he ‘got down to business’, meaning fucking him silly before pumping a huge wet load deep into his guts, something Kris just so enjoyed.
Picking up the small article of clothing laid out on the bed after immediately getting naked, instantly feeling the smooth fabric in his fingers … instantly remembering what it was like to put one on … and wear one.
Pulling at the drawstring before slowly and carefully stretching the out waistband and pushing his feet through the small, snug leg openings … slowly sliding it up his legs … struggling slightly as he was pulling the stretchy material up along his thick muscular thighs, then over his shapely ass … using both hands and forcing himself into the tight-fitting Speedo, stuffing his junk into the front and finding it a little uncomfortable … maybe more than uncomfortable … especially at first … getting himself and the Speedo in place, then pulling up a the suit … at least two or three times, only to have it slide back down while attempting at getting himself arranged. Not that that mattered because he was well on his way to becoming erect anyways, and the only place that he could possibly was up the left hip, his rapidly expanding cock quickly filling what little space there was in the suit to begin with … and threatening to pop free at any second, only contained by the tightly tied drawstring.
Suddenly, all the extremely familiar sensations returned.
The feeling of the suit … gripping at his body … grasping his cock and balls … hugging his ass … along with the inevitable reaction of what happened when putting on a Speedo, and the longing of what would happen next with Leo. Ones from when he DID wear a Speedo when he was younger, although his body however had seriously changed since that time.
The little black Speedo was definitely a bit too small for his now muscular adult body, and maybe a little too tight. His more than generous slab of manhood was producing such a huge bulge in the front, almost threatening the limits of the material. The extremely pliant fabric was firmly stretched across his shapely ass, cupping right to the contour of his well-rounded globes with the rear seam riding right in between his sweet cheeks and fitting to him like a second layer of skin.
Not only that, but where the small suit was just so small, it rode lower than any one he ever wore before … way down on his hipbones, which definitely would have and should have, been exposing his pubes … if he had any, being shaved completely clean … along with displaying inches of his butt-crack at the backside as he reflexively pulled fabric of the Speedo back up, only to slide back down … again.
Giving up on repositioning the Speedo, and now dealing with the other items on the bed, the ensemble was now complete. Having donned a snug-fitting black swimmer’s cap with the word ‘Speedo’ splashed across the sides in silver along with the trademark boomerang logo boldly displayed in red, and a pair of silver mirrored goggles. All very strange to Kris, not knowing where any of this came from, but as usual, he always submitted to Leo’s sometimes unexpected desires and got into the outfit and character anyways. Because that’s what he did.
For a fleeting second as he looked at his reflection in the full-length closet door mirrors while standing there, he instantly thought of his little brother Bryan … the one who had taken to wearing the same sort of swimming wear … the resemblance almost uncanny … only to be quickly forgotten because Leo was horny as all hell from the evidence of his massive erection standing straight up at attention, his plum colored head on top of his long, thick shaft, swollen and flaring out, and he knew he was in for a real good fucking.
Crawling on the bed, the room now darkened from the tint of the goggles, his head sweating slightly from the rubber cap, and feeling every bit of the tight-fitting Speedo gripping at his body while getting into position, raising his ass to receive, and thinking that Leo would just slide the suit down his ass … just like he had in past times. He suddenly realized the rear mesh seam in the suit had a carefully placed slice in it, just from the sensation of the fabric giving slightly, basically parting open and all the better to give access to his ready and well lubricated asshole while still wearing the Speedo he was now sporting … instantly feeling the cool drift of air against his snuggly closed puckered hole
Feeling the bed shift slightly as Leo climbed on the bed right behind him and he grasped his hips and pressed his huge swollen head right up against his now exposed opening … then slowly let the pressure build and build and build before he finally penetrated him … hesitating longer than usual when he finally entered him … before pulling out, then popping back in … holding himself in place for what felt like ages … then taking his sweet time to bury himself … like Kris was a virgin or something … and gently pulling back, then slowly pushing forward … carefully and deliberately … like Kris had never had this done to him before … carefully burying himself and staying like that for the longest time before Leo started to slowly fuck him … building up speed before he proceeded to pound him long and hard until he suddenly pushed all the way in and pumped what had to be the biggest and wettest load he ever felt in his life, flooding his guts with gush after gush after gush of hot, wet goo. It was like Leo had never fucked and came before, it was just that intense.
Afterward, collapsing forward and lying face down on the bed almost breathless, panting for air, his abused asshole throbbing and smoldering from the extremely intense fuck, and feeling wetter and gooier from the biggest load of cum than he could ever remember, feeling it slowly oozing out of his ravaged, slightly gaping hole and trickling down the fabric of the Speedo on to the sweat-dampened sheets in a slick, gooey pool of thick fluid.
His brain was swirling from what had just happened. He could feel his head sweating profusely from the rubber cap … his vision almost totally fogged over from the steamy hot goggles … and still feeling every bit of the tight suit completely plastered to his body … snuggly cradling his parts … firmly stretched across his ass … thinking to himself that it was a strange event, indeed and went back to reminiscing an earlier time in his life when he did wear a Speedo.
Remembering the fooling around in the shed with Leo … then doing more in the garage … him in a Speedo, Leo in his snug-fitting trunks … the two of them, exploring … experimenting … experiencing … things that they couldn’t tell anyone else. But those things they did to each other felt so damn good … and just so damn good in fact, that they continued to get deeper and deeper into some serious stuff until the afternoon that Leo, with a relentless erection and the use of a little KY Jelly … pressed the end of his penis right up against Kris’s virgin butt hole … and popped his ass cherry. An almost impulsive incident that just happened, and once Kris was not so sore, was to be to be done again … and then again … and again … and again … and opened a new world to both of them.
One day, the Speedo and Trunk wearing just ended. Given in to the heckling and taunts of the older kids in the neighborhood … especially with all the Gay comments … both of them quickly taking to wearing regular swimsuits to fit in and suddenly, Kris wanted nothing to do with a Speedo ever again.
The Speedos stopped, but the fooling around didn’t … it just became more and more complicated.
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