The Speedo on the Hook

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Re: The Speedo on the Hook

Postby Norfcountryboy » Sat Dec 05, 2015 6:23 am

Whoa! This is officially the most erotic thing I have read on this site. Thanks.
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Re: The Speedo on the Hook

Postby fbanks » Sat Dec 12, 2015 4:49 pm

Chapter 41

He was standing on the edge of the pool deck, no idea that he was being closely observed … more like totally scrutinized … as he was stretching out and catching his breath from the series of seemingly endless laps he had just completed before turning and walking over to the bench to retrieve his towel.

Leo was unconsciously standing there in the middle of the adjacent hallway, unintentionally staring intently into the tinted windows overlooking the pool area, having suddenly stopped dead in his tracks as he was making his way to the lockers from the workout room, sweaty, exhausted, and feeling slightly horny from his intense routine.

Bryan had just emerged from the pool. He raised his arms over his head and stretched out almost catlike, and for a moment or two, tightened up his entire body and tensed his muscles, flashing his broad shoulders, long athletic limbs, slightly rippled abdomen, tapering waist and flat stomach. The wetness of his skin was glistening in the bright overhead lights and the tiny droplets of water covering his entire body were sparkling as he shifted, which only accented his features all the more.

The tiny, tight, extremely little low-riding Speedo he was wearing this morning was completely plastered to his well-toned and taut swimmer body like a second layer of skin. This suit was an eye-catching, vibrant shade of blue with no more than one-inch high white side panels and the word “Arena” emblazoned on the front in bold white lettering. The front of the suit was seriously bulging out from the bulk of his extremely generous package, with the wet fabric effectively outlining every bit of the detail of his manhood, right down to the individual orbs of his large balls, the elongated shape of his long thick shaft, and the flanged crown ridge of his plump cut head, all of it being displayed in the thin, almost skin-tight material.

As he turned around, displaying the snug-fitting fabric of the suit gripping right to the well-defined contours of his backside with the rear seam riding right in between his sweet rounded cheeks and the wet material cupping perfectly to those magnificent little globes, showing a little more than a hint of butt-crack and absolutely showcasing the sweet curves of his athletic ass … almost like he wasn’t wearing a suit at all. There was a strange symbol in white and silver on the left rear side of the suit. Was it Japanese or Chinese? Leo wasn’t sure, but all he could feel was himself reflexively plumping up just at the sight of the boi as the swimmer flexed again before he turned away and began walking toward the door to the showers.

The next thing Leo knew, Bryan was there with him in his bedroom, clad in only the Speedo. Standing there with his suit full from his substantial endowment and smiling from the promise of what was about to happen as he raised his arms over his head … just like at the pool … but only now, with Leo standing in front of him and running his strong hands down along the tight, almost completely naked body before slipping his fingers under the front of the waistband as he undid the drawstring, then … slowly … seductively … peeled the snug-fitting Speedo off the toned swimmer body … exposing the partially excited manhood, suddenly springing free from the tight confines of the suit … and as he turned him around, revealing the sweet little ass of his dreams … the one that he was going to finally open up … then Totally Fuck … as he continued to run his hands down the exposed flesh of the powerful thighs as he was sliding the tight little suit down the length of his long legs.

From that point on, everything that happened occurred in a rapid series of glimpses and flashes as Leo’s wettest of dreams finally came true. He was instantly guiding a very agreeable Bryan backwards onto the bed, the person he most wanted who was now laying back and more than willingly lifting his legs as Leo was pulling the Speedo the rest of the way down to the ankles and off the feet, carelessly discarding the tiny suit on the floor.

Bryan moaning out when Leo took the plump and ready head in his mouth … and began greedily sucking on him … more than quite surprised that his cock was bigger than his brother Kris’s … and only because the tight little Speedo’s that he wore were definitely concealing his true size. Leo had an idea that Bryan was also quite well endowed, but not to that extent as he held the thick, hard shaft in one hand and carefully and skillfully slid the huge flared head down to the back of his throat … moving his tongue just the right way and causing Bryan roll his eyes into the back of his head and breathe out in undeniable pleasure as he moved further and further down the long, shaft.

Going as far as he could, holding it in place for as long as possible before backing all the way off, he began slowly licking his way down the entire length of the backside of the long, thick, hard shaft … then along the smooth skin of the almost totally hairless balls … and going lower … then lower still … moving down along that smooth and very sensitive span of flesh as he was grasping the powerful, yet extremely flexible legs and pushing them back and apart, spreading the recipient wide open and exposing the very object of his desire.

Hesitating slightly before touching the surface of the tiny and tightly closed puckered opening with the tip of his tongue … causing a moan and a shiver to be emitted from the receiving body … soon followed by more and more sounds of pleasure as he started methodically working his way along …then into … the puckered folds. First, with a series of gentle touches … then moving in a definite circular motion … the boi squirming and moaning from the incredible feelings as Leo was using is tongue on a spot and in a way that without a doubt would make him totally melt from the intense sensations … one that Leo knew that definitely was guaranteed get him to open up … and finally let him in … as he detected the inherent tightness began to gradually relax … and then slowly blossom to the action … allowing Leo to gain some depth with his tongue to a yet another newfound realm of pleasure.

Now, he was teasing the wet, slightly relaxed hole with his well-lubricated fingertip. Circling … massaging … probing … and finally, penetrating that tight little opening … all to the sounds of distinct pleasure as he slowly slid his finger all the way in … feeling the tight band of muscles slipping down along the surface of his thick digit … the now extremely hard cock of his subject jumping in reflex as he expertly located the incredibly sensitive prostate gland and pressed against it … intensifying the moaning all the more as he skillfully massaged that hottest of hot spots, causing a thick, wet drool of pre-cum to begin to ooze from the slit of the big plump head.

Feeling he was sufficiently warmed up and quickly rolling him over, with a subservient Bryan now face-down on the bed, his glorious ass raised up and ready to receive as Leo prepared his throbbing and unbelievably hard cock with a generous amount of lubricant from the container that he had ready on the nightstand, his huge slick tool glistening in the soft lighting and now undeniable harder than he ever felt before, holding himself steady while he positioned himself for entry as he pressed his huge, plump head right up against the extremely small and uninitiated opening.

The initial penetration was better than he ever imagined. He had popped more than one ass cherry in his life, but those experiences were nothing like this. Suddenly, a virgin Bryan gasping out at the hard push and first entry, Leo breaching his virgin hole which was very hot, incredibly tight and extremely intense, gripping him in an embrace that was tighter than anything he could ever imagine, squeezing firmly and resisting passage before eventually relaxing and letting him inside.

Soon, Bryan was totally taking it. Moaning out in undeniable pleasure as Leo slowly buried his entire length into the snug depths of the tight, newly breached opening, stretching out and filling up the never before fucked tunnel and definitely feeling every bit of the tight resistance and snug squeezing sensations from the complicated structure of flesh and muscles that was now completely wrapped around his thick, slick tool.

He pulled almost all the way out … then pushed back in. And he did it again … and again … and again … savoring every bit of the drag and resistance as he began to give it to him … just like he always wanted.

Now, he was really fucking Bryan. Bryan was not only handling it, but urging him on … loving it … wanting it … needing it … and begging for more as Leo repeatedly thrust his long, thick cock back and forth non-stop in and out of the tight, hot, slick tunnel, feeling nothing but the pure pleasure of naked skin sliding along skin … then flesh hitting against flesh … as he relentlessly hammered away at the hot boi faster and harder.

He was almost there … he could feel it. Oh, Fuck! … it was going to be a huge one … he just knew it … as he got ready to release his load … feeling himself building up more and more … then going … going … going …

Suddenly, with a start, Leo awoke from his lurid dream. He was breathing heavily and sweating profusely, his sheets were in a tangled mess, and he had an absolutely raging boner that without a doubt, needed to be dealt with, currently fully engorged and extending well past the boundaries of the underwear he had worn to bed.

The black Speedo that Kris had worn earlier in the week, clutched in his hand in a tangled, jumbled mass of fabric … and one of Bryan’s. An item that was ‘borrowed’ from the depths of Bryan’s backpack, Leo hoping it was not missed and providing all the more fuel for his relentless fantasy. The suit, now probably too big for Bryan as he now seemed to prefer smaller, tighter, lower suits, recently taking to wearing a different styles of Speedos and was completely and probably totally unaware of what he looked like in them and clueless of what he was continually doing to Leo.

With a dollop of silky smooth and extremely slick Stroking Gel from the drawer of the nightstand, he laid back and wrapped his fingers around his relentless hardness and started moving his clenched hand up and down his hard, thick shaft as he felt his heart settling into a steady rhythm, slowing down, then speeding up as he massaged himself into a different type of frenzy … sliding his hand up and down faster and faster using the visions and images from his extremely intense and almost too real dream … feeling himself building up … boiling over … then exploding … as he unleashed himself and climaxed to the most elusive fantasy of fucking that unbelievably hot Speedo-clad Swimmer Boi … uncontrollably gushing jet after jet after jet of hot, thick, wet ropes of cum all over his chest and stomach, with the fluid continuing to flow out of his large, plump head drenching his balls and trickling down to the sheets beneath him as he throbbed and throbbed and throbbed until his balls were drained and the moment had passed.

A sleepy Kris who occasionally stayed over, stirred next to him, muttering something in his sleep before returning to his own deep slumber, the damp sheets with the underlying odor of sweat, the slightly sweetish smell of lubricant, and the even more distinct, slightly pungent, tangy scent of his semen now permeating the still night air, his breathing uneven and ragged, and he was sweating from the episode, all the aftermath from the big, wet, hot gooey mess that he shamelessly splattered all over himself as he felt his heart gradually slowing and he came down from the quick and intense self-induced orgasm.

Soon, he was again asleep, and again dreaming of cracking that tight little ass he so desperately wanted.
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Re: The Speedo on the Hook

Postby fbanks » Sun Feb 07, 2016 9:15 am

Chapter 42

For the rest of the summer, the sex between Bryan and Jennifer was adventurous … raucous … and just plain wild. They fucked every chance they could get, leaving Jennifer permanently tender and Bryan perpetually drained.

Bryan was out of his Speedo more than he was in it, except for swimming, and sunning on the beach of course, and he actually had started to wear one at Jennifer’s house while at her pool. This, much to the delight of Madeline, who would gaze out of the kitchen window, licking her lips and feeling herself moistening up at the very sight of the scantily clad body of her daughter’s hot boyfriend with the lean swimmer body, shapely small rounded ass, and generously protruding bulge filling the front of his tight little suits and imagining it was her he was fucking, not her baby girl.

Yes, the Sex was frequent and awesome, their lean, smooth young bodies with the smallest patches of white unexposed skin from the hours in the summer sun were constantly tangled and entangled in varying degrees of sexual activity. And one night, they even tried Anal Sex, an experience that left Jennifer extremely sore and Bryan, craving for more.

Jennifer’s BFF Amanda said that was the hottest thing imaginable, and told her what to do and how to do it. With the use of a small bottle of extremely slick lubricant … a well-lubricated opening … a generously slickened tool … and the right position … it was about to happen.

She got on the bed, on her knees and dropping down to her forearms … just like when they did it doggy-style … and held her breath as Bryan knelt behind her and carefully guided himself to that sacred little spot and pressed his extremely swollen head right up against her slick, tiny, little puckered opening, completely covering the outlet … and started to push. All Jennifer could feel was the increasing pressure building and building and slowly pushed out … just like Amanda told her to … and after a moment or two, suddenly felt the undeniable stretching and sliding sensation as he penetrated her ass for that very first time.

Jennifer gasped out in ... surprise? … disbelief? … shock? … as he slickly breached her tight little opening … popping her ass cherry … and inflicting a level pain that she never felt before … not when she lost her virginity … not even when she broke her wrist Cheer Leading … never … and although Amanda said it would hurt at first … and she wasn’t kidding … and Jennifer was going to kill her … all of this going through her brain as she felt the red-hot blaze of fire from her behind and that huge thing filling her tiny butthole.

If Bryan ever thought her pussy was tight … and she was pretty snug especially given his size of his manhood … well, her butthole … THAT was something else. It was like a having his dick in a vise. Tight couldn’t even begin to describe how tight she was … and unbelievably hot too … her body heat against his flesh was indescribable … and then, how tight it just continued to be as he slowly eased himself in … going as deep as he possibly could go … sliding deeper and deeper … and deeper still … until his hips were firmly pressed against her smooth, round buttocks with Jennifer actually taking his entire length.

All Jennifer could feel was his large slab of manhood … sliding further and deeper into the tightest of tight spaces imaginable … the initial burst pain settling down to a somewhat manageable level of discomfort … sucking in her breath … groaning out … while clenching the sheets in her balled-up hands … breathing in and out while her body in absolute turmoil as he slowly buried himself all the way inside of her, stretching her out and filling her up like nothing she ever felt before.

Bryan instantly got it … he really did. Suddenly, he understood the appeal of Anal Sex. It was awesome. He now got what Leo and Kris did to each other. The sensation of her tight tunnel snuggly wrapped around his pecker … and even tighter sphincter tightly gripping his base … it was all simply amazing. It was just … so tight … so hot … and he could actually feel her pulse throbbing against his own bare flesh as she gripped him in the tightest of grips imaginable and only getting better as he pulled back and pushed forward, feeling every bit of the drag and resistance of the first of the slow, slick, intense thrusts.

Thankfully for Jennifer, it didn’t last as long as it could have. She was just so tight … so hot … and he was just so sensitive … that not even after a couple minutes of gentle thrusting, he felt himself building up and bubbling over and came quicker than normal … fast and hard and deep inside of her.

And despite the initial pain undeniable discomfort, it got better and she actually felt every bit of him … pulsing … throbbing … before releasing his load … the sensation of the big, hot, wet load of cum … being pumped deep inside of her … the sudden heat of the goo spreading out in the depths of her guts … followed by the almost incredible sliding sensation as he slowly backed out and the absolutely unforgettable sensation of feeling of his swollen head popping slickly out of her tight sphincter.

She actually went through with it … endured it to the end … but wasn’t impressed in the least. And she was going to kill Amanda the next time she saw her as she felt her newly breached and slightly ravaged anal cavity … throbbing … twitching … in a lube-slicked mess … the aftereffects of the big gooey discharge slowly seeping out of her slightly gaping red-hot opening … and the undeniable soreness which would persist through the night and into the next day.

Jennifer decided that they would stick to regular fucking and sucking and doing just about anything else but THAT from now on.

But Bryan was now thinking more and more about doing Anal Sex.

Not that it would happen to him … ever … definitely not wanting anything in HIS hole, but he could definitely do it to someone else, that was sure … and for a fleeting second, even thought about one of the swimmers at the pool … and a guy, at that … Justin, the one with the tight little butt in the snug-fitting pair of jammers … hooking up, getting down with him, and actually imagining having a go at it … then instantly dismissing the notion only because that was just too Gay.
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Re: The Speedo on the Hook

Postby fbanks » Sun Feb 07, 2016 9:15 am

Chapter 43

Unfortunately, the Summer of Sex ended much too soon. Jennifer had enrolled in a University two states away, and Bryan was starting at the local College in the next week.

The events leading up to the inevitable separation was intense and passionate, fucking until they were sore … completely exhausted … and in Bryan’s case … totally drained to the point his balls actually felt deflated and shrunken. Madeline and Ira, letting them have their space and privacy as they got whatever they needed out of their systems.

Jennifer, packing her car and waddling slightly from all the sex, her well-fucked pussy, puffy, red and tender … and her tight little butthole … gooey, slick and a more bit sore, because Yes, at her initiation, they even did another round of Anal with her rolling over and offering up her ass and Bryan, not needing any encouragement as he lubed up and slowly penetrated her, feeling every bit of pleasure easing himself into the tight, hot tunnel as he slid all the way in … Jennifer, relaxing once over the initial pain and discomfort … then actually enjoying it as he slowly fucked her ass before dumping a huge, wet load of cum, this time, deep inside her guts.

Now feeling every bit of all the prior night’s activities as she packed up her little car for the four hour trip and then, sad, as she was driving away staring at the image in the rear view mirror while Bryan watched the taillights disappearing down the road.

And then, reality quickly set in.

Although they talked on the phone and texted frequently, she was increasingly busy as was he, and on the rare weekends she was home, it was filled with family and friends and not that she didn’t really like Bryan, she really did, but there was just too much going on and with her studies and activities and everything else that was going on, there was just no time.

And Bryan, with his own studies and trying out for Swim Team, and working nights on the weekends and constantly training with his seemingly endless laps in the pool on top of that … the reality was that they never really physically connected any more.
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Re: The Speedo on the Hook

Postby fbanks » Sun Jun 12, 2016 5:43 am

Chapter 44

That was just around the same time that Bryan had been seeing Sara from the Sports Emporium around more and more frequently as time passed.

Not seeing her, seeing her, but more like a random and increasing series of casual, and sometimes, unexpected encounters. Certainly at the Sports Emporium when he was buying apparel and sometimes, another new Speedo. Occasionally, at the Fitness Center both in and out of the pool while he was doing his endless laps. On the roads while she was riding on her Specialized racing bike, and quite a few times, when she was running through town, with a polite wave and nod as they passed.

Today, he was alone and walking along the beach. It was a Friday afternoon on Memorial Day weekend and the weather was quite warm. On this day, he didn’t have classes, wasn’t working and had already swum his endless laps in the morning. Bored, he was aimlessly wandering along the water on the almost completely deserted beach in nothing but one of his smaller Speedo Solars, feeling the hot sun on his shoulders, back and legs, enjoying the beginnings of the upcoming summer season and soon, his outside Speedo days.

Since the beginning of the previous summer, he had taken to going to the beach more, especially in the company of Jennifer, lying out in the sun, napping, walking along the water and definitely checking out his body every time he got home and peeled off his Speedo Solar. He had three now that he alternated, and each time he returned home, observing his ever deepening tan lines in the mirror, his entire body, darker than he could ever remember and the sharp contrast to his covered flesh was like he was still wearing a pair of white underwear.

Seeing something move and looking up from his fogged daze, he saw that Sara was standing right there, directly in front of him, holding a pair of goggles and an expensive-looking swim cap. She was wearing a snug and extremely form-fitting Body Glove racer back shorty-style wetsuit … one that definitely fit to her body like a glove. The smooth matte finish material … clinging to … accentuating … and showing off … every single line and curve of her extremely athletic body. The black and neon green coloring of the suit working extremely well with her skin tone and pulling out the colors of her vibrant green eyes and sun-streaked blonde hair that was currently in a braid which was trailing down her back.

“Hi there”, she said to him brightly.

“Hey”, Bryan responded, popping his earbuds out, and feeling his face flushing at the fact that he was wearing nothing but a small Speedo. And not only that, but also seen and recognized by someone he barely casually knew, not making much eye contact and looking down at his feet.

“What are you doing?” she asked. Sara had just finished swimming a mile and a half from buoy to buoy in the cool ocean water and was jogging barefoot back to her house. She was living in a tiny cottage near the seashore, nothing more than a beach bungalow handed down from her grandmother and not really used by anyone in her family, so she sort of took it over and made it her own.

“Nothing”, he replied, master of the one word answer, nervously scratching at the hard-packed sand with his big toe and not really making eye contact with the hot fox in front of him, although he had discretely taken in her entire posture … her stance … her unbelievably athletic body … and even the color of her eyes, for that matter.

“Nothing?” she replied, tilting her head slightly, prompting for anything more.

“Just walking” he said.

“Well … nice day, and that suit fits you … quite well …” she complimented, hesitating for the right words as she took in every bit of his smooth, toned swimmer’s body … broader shoulders … muscular abs … tapering waist … narrow hips … long, powerful arms and legs. Remembering seeing his small and very nicely rounded butt at the store when he was trying on suits … and yeah, the very well-filled pouch of the Speedo he was wearing, the one that was now directly in front of her in full sight.

“I’m on my way home” she said to him. “Do you want to come over for a water or something?” she asked, taking the lead in the conversation. “I also have juice if you like that”, she quickly offered, hoping he would say yes.

“I guess … yeah …” is all he could reply as he flushed and felt like he was going to spontaneously combust, completely and totally embarrassed with his current state of dress. “I need to get my things” he stammered out, wanting to get some clothes on his body in the worst way imaginable.
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Re: The Speedo on the Hook

Postby fbanks » Sun Jun 12, 2016 5:44 am

Chapter 45

After he went back to his towel and hastily pulled on his oversized t-shirt and bulky cargo shorts, rapidly covering up his scantily covered Speedo-clad body and extremely inherent state of near nakedness before quickly placing his things, including his tablet used for school work in the small backpack he always carried around. Picking up his unlaced shoes, he rejoined her at the water’s edge, walking beside her down the shoreline toward her cottage, a small white structure at the far end of the beach and set just one street back from the water.

Her little place wasn’t much at all, basically a small white beach house on a tiny plot of land with colorful beach roses and a white picket fence bordering the next yard with a pebble gravel driveway and a carport. On the gravel was a small Subaru with racks on the roof and currently holding a bright orange kayak.

Just behind the house was a small detached shed, with the doors wide open and displaying the most unbelievable array of toys imaginable. A couple surfboards … a paddleboard … a racing bike … a windsurfer … several wetsuits. Items used by a person that had a very athletic lifestyle. To the side, there was a small patio with an umbrella table and two comfortable looking chairs and as he turned, he saw that the view of the seashore was to absolutely die for.

At her insistence, Bryan sat in one of the padded lounge chairs when she told him to make himself comfortable, sitting and looking out toward the sparkling water, watching the smooth, gentle rolling waves coming into the shore, feeling the heat of the afternoon sun on his body and warm gentle off-shore breezes moving around him and wondering to himself, “… why he was there … what he was doing … what was going on?”.

Sara popped her iPod into the foundation and music instantly sprang from hidden speakers right before went through the screen door into the house and minutes later, came back with two ice-cold bottles of water, a bowl of grapes and some crackers on a small stone plate.

“Excuse me, but I really need to get out of this suit, it’ll only be a couple of minutes, help yourself” she said almost apologetically, putting down the items on the table before disappearing around the back of the house. Less than a minute later, he heard water running and splattering. An outdoor shower, he assumed, turning his head and looking as he heard a door creak and latch closed, then seconds later, saw the wetsuit being carefully placed over the edge small slatted stall.

Nibbling nervously and looking around as he took in the place. The collection of candles on the table, and even more placed in various holders surrounding the patio. The multitude of wind chimes hanging from the pergola, all tinkling in the soft breeze. The assortment of other hanging items as well. Many of them all sorts of moon shapes, most of them were crescents. On the lattice, was a huge likeness of a sun with wild rays reaching outward. And all over the place were stars. Lots and lots of stars. All this, along with a well-thumbed book left out on the table. ‘The Practical Guide to Paganism’ was transcribed on the cover in an ancient script. Something, that at first, seemed to be maybe religious but at the same time, definitely not, with the content of the chapters seeming to concentrate on soul searching, and practices, and rituals. The hard covered book, well-worn and obviously used frequently, with pages dog-eared, paragraphs highlighted, and notations in careful handwriting written in the margins … the multitude of different rituals of rights and ceremonies … all that seemed maybe a little strange to him.
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Re: The Speedo on the Hook

Postby fbanks » Sun Jun 12, 2016 5:44 am

Chapter 46

Not even ten minutes later, she was back, dressed in a colorful t-shirt and comfortable pair of snug-fitting white shorts. She was still barefoot, and her hair now out of the complex braid and still a little damp fell down her back in a mass of tangled waves. From the way she filled the shirt, he could tell that she was definitely braless, with the gently curves and tips of her small, rounded breasts revealed the front of the shirt as she casually plopped herself down in the other chair and stretched out and flexed almost cat-like, the move, displaying her firm, toned limbs.

They just sat and talked, Sara leading most of the conversation while listening to the random tunes streaming out of the speakers … Stone Temple Pilots … Gin Blossoms … Nirvana … a collection of almost soulful tunes that sort of pulled at his senses and set a subdued tone to the late afternoon.

She was a freelance journalist and reviewer for some of the major Sporting Goods companies, and a blogger as well, detailing her firsthand experiences with various varieties of equipment, apparel and sportswear. The freedom from a standard job which gave her time to train for triathlons, her passion, along with working part-time at the Sports Emporium, which was owned by her parents. She wasn’t old … twenty four … and had been ‘involved’ a while back … married, to be exact. But that didn’t work out. Or end well for that matter. Her ex-husband, intent on pumping iron, steroids and a personal trainer … in that exact order … caved in her world and now, was now content being by herself. But she wasn’t lonely because she did have her cat Luna to keep her company.

All of this just came pouring out of her before she began asking any information from Bryan, and only because he seemed to be a caring person who was content listening to her babble on.

College?

Just started.

Major?

Business.

Girlfriend?

Not really. No.

What about that cute Jennifer girl? From the pool?, she inquired leaning forward with wide eyes as she broached that subject.

They had a ‘thing’, he told her but it was probably over, and that was all he said as he cut that conversation extremely short and obviously not saying anything more about that.

“What about Swimming?”, she asked going down another path, followed by, “Your skills which were to die for”, she gushed out before he could answer. Asking how he could go on almost endlessly lap after lap after lap, with perfect form and his endurance. Yes, she had been watching him for a long time, wondering how he could do it. At least now on a topic that he felt more comfortable with talking about.

“Tell me …” she started, “was it better wearing a Speedo?” she questioned, more like probed.

“Yeah …”, he bashfully admitted, remembering the first time he owned the pool in a Speedo … really owned it … boldly wearing it and going in the water, swimming so smoothly … freely … effortlessly … that he could never imagine doing it any other way.

The conversation lapsing into the occasional silence while the music played and they snacked on the grapes and crackers and even shared an orange as the sun started to get lower in the sky, feeling the warm breeze of the day now reversing and blowing out toward the ocean.

“You looked at my book” she declared, not accusatory in the least, but stating a fact.

“Yeah” he replied, feeling his cheeks turning red, knowing that he had to be honest and admit to it.

“And?” she prompted.

“I don’t know” he stammered out. “It’s … different …” he said and stopped, not knowing what to say or think.

“It’s not Satan worship, or sacrificing goats on an altar like everyone thinks” she kindly said as she explained what it was about. Which opened up a new direction of conversation as Bryan patiently listened and occasionally asked a very well-though question as the sun began to set and the shadows started to deepen and Sara took out a box of matches and lit the multitude of candles surrounding the terrace, illuminating the area in the flickering light as the shadows of darkness deepened around them.

He forgot all about why he was there, and thoughts of going home. He was now captivated … enchanted ... entranced … by her … with her. And for the while, forgot about everything else around him. His body giving him strange twinges … chills … but not from the air, where it was still quite warm as the night approached, thinking that something was really happening here as he shifted in his chair and found himself again slowly stiffening up, and only from just being near her.
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Re: The Speedo on the Hook

Postby electric2010 » Mon Jun 13, 2016 3:13 am

More great story telling!
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Re: The Speedo on the Hook

Postby jace » Tue Jun 14, 2016 10:10 am

buppa bah
I really don't think you should pull my speedo off in public like this- go ahead.
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Re: The Speedo on the Hook

Postby Norfcountryboy » Fri Jun 24, 2016 3:00 am

New chapters Great! I'm gonna ration and read them one at a time when I have some more time.
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