Thanks for all the comments on my stories. I appreciate them. I've been going through my files and posting some stories I wrote after high school. This one is a fictional erotic tale I wrote while in college.
Any resemblance to any people you know is coincidental.
Speedo Boy Takes It
One night in my sophomore year of college while cruising a website called silverdaddies, I met an older swimmer who started exchanging messages about speedos. I had posted a picture of myself in an old speedo but was too shy to put my face in the photo. He still liked what he saw. It was his fetish. He had swum in college and I had swum in high school and was on an intramural water polo team in college. I always have a speedo tan just from the years of swimming outdoors in a speedo. When I told him about swimming and speedos, the conversation got hotter and he asked if I ever met guys in person. I explained that I was new to all of this but that I would consider it. He lived about two hours away from my school, but he seemed so nice that I felt like it might be worth the drive. He thought I would be turned off by the fact that he was 42, but it excited me even more. I was 19. I felt like he would probably be able to show me some tricks.
It was an actual stormy night in June and the drive was pretty horrendous with thunderstorms and high winds the whole way. The man lived in a cool house on a cliff overlooking a lake. I had never met anyone under this situation before so I wasn't sure what to expect. I was nervous about ax murderers and such but expectant and most definitely super horny. The guy who answered the door was a little shorter than I, dressed in light gray sweats and a white undershirt. He was lean and had very defined arms and dark hair on his tight muscular chest with the hair spilling out the sides of his form fit athletic shirt. His eyes were silver blue and his hair was salt and pepper gray. I was very attracted to him from the moment I laid eyes on him.
He led me to the living room and offered me a drink. I took a coke. He began talking and appeared to be a little shy. We were on chairs facing each other, I told him I was stiff from the drive and took the lead by stretching and putting my foot in his lap up against his cock. He jokingly told me to make myself comfortable and I began slowly moving my foot along his cock in his sweats. I definitely wanted sex. At the same time, I was smiling at his conversation so he would know I was not listening at all. When I felt his dick begin to harden, I stood up so he could see my hardon bulging the front of my shorts.
I went behind his chair and ran my hands down the front of his chest feeling his hard pecs and tight abs through his tight shirt. He had very strong body odor from his lack of deodorant and this made me bone up even harder. I slid my hands back up and moved them into the sides of his tank, enjoying the feel of his hairy chest. I closed my thumbs and forefingers, trapping his already hard nipples, and began kneading them at the same time I leaned over and began to kiss the back of his neck. By this time, he was letting out soft moans. Looking down, I saw the outline of a thick 8 inch cock in his gray sweats with a drop of moisture soaking already through the cotton at the tip where his precum had leaked out. He said that he thought I might not be interested because of his age. I figured that he had probably been turned down by young studs before and thought to myself that they didn't know what they were missing. As I reached further down his shirt, my hand went down into the front of his sweats and gripped the end his thick tool in my strong hand, flicking my thumb over the fat head, smearing the hot juices over his open piss slit and feeling him shudder.
At that point, he pulled my face to his and put his lips against mine. I tried to control myself but I was hungry for a night of uninhibited sex with this man. I slid my tongue over his lips before plunging it into his sweet mouth. He sucked it in and began to suck it gently until I heard him emit a light groan and felt more thick goo spurt out and run over my hand. This guy was a loaded cannon ready to explode.
I was in extremely good shape that summer. I had been swimming daily for at least a half hour and was running about five miles. I was down to a sleek 150 pounds with tight rippled abs, a well defined chest and shoulders, and a muscular round bubble butt accentuated by the speedo tan. That summer I was keeping my light body hair completely shaved other than the light hair on my legs. Steve was about 5-10, 165 lbs, very hard gym toned body with an extremely hairy chest and legs. All at once, I felt his hands grab my hips and physically lift me into his lap, cock against cock, chest against chest, our mouths grinding against each other trying to get our tongues deeper inside. I pulled my T-shirt over my head and reached down to pull off his shirt too, exposing his incredibly well developed chest. He pulled me back towards him and my nipples hardened more as I felt his chest hair chafe against them. My chest was freshly shaved that morning and incredibly sensitive as his hard nipples rubbed back and forth against the smooth skin.
I reached down and undid my shorts. He wasted no time in sliding them down my legs, all the while continuing the hot kisses on my face and neck. He let out an audible groan as he looked over my shoulder and took his first glimpse of my ass encased in red speedos, one of my oldest pairs, threadbare and almost see through from the years of use. I felt his strong hands grip the melon cheeks of my butt through the nylon. He kissed me deeper and harder and I swear I could feel his cock harden even more and pulse within his sweats. Suddenly he pushed me to my feet and asked me just to stand there for a minute. He had a lustful gaze as he took in my seven inch boner stretching the fabric of the small suit, the head wet and slightly peeking out the top above the drawstring. Speedos were not made to contain big hard dicks but certainly dress them up well.
He said "C'mon" and took me by the hand, leading me upstairs to a very large bedroom with a king sized bed and lots of room to romp. He pulled my body up against his and ground his cock against the front of my speedos, cupping my ass and pulling me tighter to him. I pulled away and sunk to my knees, undoing the drawstring of his sweats and letting them fall to the ground over his lean hips. His cock was magnificent. It popped up hard as a rock, a beautiful 8+ inches, smooth white skin on a perfectly straight shaft, a thick head, constantly oozing cream, red from the excitement. Below it, his balls were huge, two plum sized nuts in a low hanging hairy sack, feeling very heavy as I cupped them in my hand. I leaned over his throbbing meat and pulled down on his balls lightly as I slid my tongue along his scrotum to the end of his shaft, up one side, down the other, taking care to avoid his dripping cockhead. On the trip down, I let my tongue lick under his balls, taking some time to work first one then the other big nut with the tip of my tongue. I reveled in the intensely masculine smell of his crotch and could feel my cock beginning to ooze out lots of precum on my lower stomach, trapped in the jizz soaked red fabric.
After I worked his balls for a good amount of time, I went for the gusto and sank my hot wet mouth over the end of his cock, taking the full thick dickhead between my lips and squeezing it slightly. I could taste the sweet saltiness of his precum as I worked my tongue over the gaping piss slit, feeling my partner squirm with the sensations. I had never sucked a cock this big before but was enjoying it immensely. I began to start a rhythm of movement up and down about half of the thick meat, feeling it hit the back of my throat at the end of the plunges. I tried my best to relax and forced the cock deeper, feeling it edge into my throat. I relaxed more and felt his entire dick slide in, shutting off my air temporarily. I paused feeling the sensation of having my throat filled for the first time, smelling the strong masculine scent of his balls, and feeling their fullness against my lower lip. I pulled up and sunk the shaft back into my throat and tried to work it a bit with my throat muscles, moving my head back and forth and letting the thick dick piston slightly in and out.
Steve pulled out and groaned that he was close to cumming and needed a break. He pulled me up from the floor and laid me back on his bed, sinking to his knees in front of me, his big rod bobbing in front of him, hard and full. He began lapping at the front of my speedo, teasing my hard cock through the thin material, taking occasional bites of the thick flesh, trapping my engorged penis encased in the speedo between his teeth, pulling cock and material out from my body. He slid his mouth up and began to lick the juices from my cockhead which was protruding from the top of my suit. He began twirling his tongue around the flange and lightly tickling the opening, seeming to savor each small emission of my young precum as I got more and more excited. He then slowly undid my drawstring and pulled the speedo down, tucking it under my tight shaved balls, which made my thick seven inches protrude even further out from my tight abdomen. He leaned back to admire his handiwork, then proceeded on to some serious cocksucking.
I don't think I had ever had someone pay that much attention to my cock before. At that time, it was the best blowjob of my life. Steve was an expert and it seemed that the sight of the red speedos bunched under my balls inspired him. He sucked me for almost 20 minutes. Each time I got close, he seemed to know it and would change his attention to tonguing my balls, teasing them with his tongue, or slowly kissing his way over my hard abdominals and back to my crotch. At one point, while he was licking my balls, my cock actually shot out a big spurt of prejizz over my lower stomach. I was enjoying the ride so much that I tightened as hard as I could to prevent my cumming. The end inevitably happened when he had me grip my ankles and pull my legs up in the air, exposing my hard bubble butt to his view. He began to lick at the white globes which were stark against my deep summer tan. He moved in circles closer and closer to the target...my pink hole. When I felt his tongue scrape over the skin of my anus, I almost went through the roof. He began to eat my asshole in earnest like a hungry man, plunging his tongue deep inside the hole and trying to widen it with a circular motion of his tongue.
At that time, I had only been fucked three times in my life so my hole was tight. As he worked it, I felt it relax until he could fit his entire tongue up the channel. I lost it when he slid two fingers in along side his tongue to open my horny hole wider, while he tongued deeper into the recesses of my tight rectum. I shoved my butt up against his face, arched my back, and let out a loud groan as my cock spewed a major load of hot spooge up onto my neck and my chest, all without anything touching my hard rod. I was bouncing my ass up and down, and Steve, like a trooper, kept his tongue and fingers lodged in my hole, enjoying feeling the spasms in my butthole as I came. He extracted himself and laid his body on top of mine, sliding in the large amounts of my cum which had sprayed my body. He began to kiss me and rub his cock in the cum on my lower stomach and in just minutes, he arched up and his load shot up onto my face and neck thick white manly cum which blended with mine and rolled off my muscular chest.
We laid there for a few minutes. I could feel our hearts beating fast from the exertion. He fetched a towel from under the bed and wiped me down. His cock had only softened half way. He said it was the speedos. Looking at it made mine hard again. I asked if he had some speedos of his own and he just smiled. He got up and walked across the room to a large chest of drawers and opened the bottom two drawers. The guy had been a swimmer in college. Inside the drawers were at least 100 or 200 speedos of every color and style. There were brands that I had seen as a teenager which I hadn't seen for years. Looking at me lying with my cock still exposed and half hard, I watched as his cock begin to rise again. He asked if I'd humor him. I said that for a blowjob like he just given me, I'd prostitute myself willingly. Mind you, I was very inexperienced in sex with men at this time. Yet this was all coming quite naturally to me.
He had me come over to the drawer and told me he wanted me to model some speedos. He laid back on his bed, naked, with his cock in the air, stroking it up and down, making the blood rush to the succulent head. I began to try on speedos, different brands and styles. Most were small which was my size. I made sure to make the show a pleasure as I bent over, peeling the speedos down, making sure to slightly spread my stance so my pink pucker would peek out at him on occasion. My cock stayed partially hard the whole time...hard enough to make an impressive bulge, but soft enough to be tucked away in the fabric and look half-way presentable at the pool or a beach. I walked with confidence near the bed, jumping out of the way when Steve tried to reach out to touch me. I'd go back to the chest and choose an even smaller suit. He also had some G-strings and jocks which I gladly donned, flexing my muscles and giving Steve the best show I could. A few times, I'd take the suits off close to the bed, just out of his reach when I would bend over, peeling the nylon slowly off my muscled butt, exposing my tan line to his eyes.
After about a half hour of modeling the swimwear, I was really horny again, looking at this very handsome, well built man stroking his cock while he looked lustfully at my body. I chose my last speedo, black ass with a crotch of lime green, blue, and yellow fluorescent stripes. It hugged my ass well and showed my crotch off well. This time, as I paraded by the bed, I let him catch me. I sat on my haunches astride his thighs, rubbing his long hardon against the nylon crotch of the speedos. I bent forward, letting the suit slide along his hard meat, until I could bend and bite his nipples, teasing the hard points with my tongue and teeth. I looked up and Steve had his eyes closed, slightly humping his hardon against my speedo clad ass. I leaned back and stretched the leg of the suit out and slid his pulsing hardon in the leg alongside my cock.
His eyes opened wide at the sensation as I began to move my hips up and down, feeling the hard flesh of his cock ride along my equally hard and very hot, now-hard dick. I could feel our combined fluids dripping along the sides of the two meaty members, lubricating their ride against each other. Occasionally I would raise my hips high so that his hard dickhead would probe the smooth flesh of my balls. I asked him if he had a condom and he let out a groan and shook his head as if he didn't believe what he was hearing. I think he thought that since I was so masculine and athletic, my ass was off limits. That thinking was about to change.
He handed me a condom and some lube. I pulled the condom over his rockhard throbbing cock and lubed him up. I got on all fours with my butt up by his head. I pulled the material away, exposing my hot asscrack and waiting hole. "Lube me up, buddy". Steve squeezed the lube in my crack and I felt the cold liquid roll down. He rubbed in circles around my hole before sinking his index finger deep inside. He commented on the heat of my horny asshole and replaced his finger with his thumb, opening up my near-virgin hole. After I was sufficiently wet, I moved back down and began to grind my ass over his cock, making sure he was at full hard before I started playing. I made sure I had his attention as I slid the fabric aside and let his thick prick rub between my tight buttcheeks. I did all the work as I lifted my ass further so that his thick cockhead was rubbing right over my almost cherry hole. I was so excited that I could feel my butthole relaxing, trying to swallow in the hot meat.
I lifted up one more time, keeping his cock trapped under the nylon of the speedo against my hole. This time I opened up and let the full length of his cock slide into my tight athletic butthole. It hurt a bit but I continued to shimmy down until he was fully lodged inside me. I pulled up, feeling my hole keep a deathgrip on the invading member, then I sunk back down until our balls were smashed together again. I leaned forward and pulled Steve up toward me, kissed him, and said, "Fuck me now!".
He took over, grabbing me by the hips and lifting me up and down on his cock. It began to feel really good and I slid the front of the speedo down under my hardon so that my hard cock was bobbing free in the air. I asked if he wanted me naked and he told me he'd kill me if I took the speedo off. Every time he let me drop onto his cock, he would lift his hips to drive more of his dick inside me. I could swear it felt like it had grown an inch during the fuck. After a while, he laid me on my back and slid his long cock back inside the speedo and inside of me. At this time, he began to really power fuck me, talking all kinds of trash.
"Yeah, boy. you won't let coach catch you jerking off in the showers again, will you?"
"No sir". "And coach won't find you sucking dick in the locker room, right?" "Yes, coach, sir." "You like coach's hot dick in your tight little butthole, don't you?" "Yeah, I do, sir. I really like getting fucked. Fuck me harder with your big dick, coach!" "I'll fuck you real good, boy! Coach likes his boys a lot and loves to make them feel good."
You get the picture. I must admit it sounds kind of cheesy now but the hot talk and the fantasy he set up turned me on even more. I began to really work my ass against his strong thrusts. At the same time, I spit on my cock and began stroking my hard boner in time with his strokes. He had fucked me for a good half hour before he suddenly pulled out, jerked the condom off, and let loose with a spray of ball spooge like I'd never seen before. This guy had more cum than you could imagine. It flew over my head, hit me in the face, and covered my chest. I scooped up a bit of it and began to earnestly jack my meat with it, unloading my own nasty jockjuice just a minute or so after him, a relatively small amount in comparison to his massive amount of thick sperm.
He surprised me by licking the cum off my face and chest. As he did, his cock was getting hard again. So much for thinking you wind down as you get older. By now it was about 2:00 AM, and I spent the night. We slept together in his king sized bed. I left the sperm soaked speedo on all night. I had to leave fairly early the next day so we didn't fuck. Besides, I think any thing we'd try would only be anticlimactic compared to the hot sex of the night before. I didn't see him again, mainly because of the distance. As I was leaving, he told me to pick a speedo to take as a remembrance of our night. It was a no-brainer. I took the lime-green and yellow suit I'd been fucked in. I still have it today, threadbare and worn but with lots of hot memories every time I put it on.
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