The Beach Party
Evan, Mark, Dylan and me always got together each Friday night to celebrate the start of the weekend and blow some steam off. We've known each other since college, and our Friday night get-togethers involved a lot of wine, goofing off, and, sometimes a theme. Last Wednesday I received a text message from Dylan that our get-together would be at his apartment the coming Friday. The only thing else he wrote was that we would get another text that evening with "The Theme".
Something in me said Dylan had something special planned, otherwise he wouldn't be so mysterious about it. After a while it drifted to the back of my mind and got on with my day.
That evening, when I had just finished dinner, my phone buzzed. It was Dylan, and the message was directed to me, Evan and Mark. "Dear friends of mine", he started off, "Coming Friday my humble apartment will be a sunny and carefree beach". What followed made blush a little: "Leave the ambiance to me, you just make sure to adhere to the dress code: Speedo's and half-shirts are mandatory!." All sorts of thoughts went through my head, but the most prominent was that I had never seen Evan, Mark or Dylan in so little clothing. But before I was able to collect my thoughts, new texts started coming in. First Mark: "That idea is both brilliant and naughty at the same time, count me in!" Then Evan: "Same here, just have to pick a nice pair of Speedo's from the mall and I'm all set!" Still a little overwhelmed I texted back: "Looking forward to it, see you guys on Friday!"
Finally Friday came around and when I came back from work I remembered I needed a pair of Speedo's and a half-shirt. Luckily I could easily find a pair of colourful Speedo's in my summer drawer, and had now to decide which t-shirt to cut off. I found an old faded Nike t-shirt and decided on that one. With a pair scissors I cut the bottom half off so my midriff was exposed. After putting it all on I checked out myself in the mirror and had a pretty good understanding why Dylan picked this particular dress code.
Around seven I put on my regular clothes over the Speedo's and half-shirt and got on the subway to Dylans apartment. It was of course complete nonsense, but I got the feeling everybody on the subway could see what I was wearing under my pants and jacket. Once arrived at Dylans apartment I took a deep breath and then rang the doorbell, hoping I wasn't the first guest to arrive. The door opened and a brightly smiling Dylan, wearing a white bathrobe, invited me in. "The rest of the gang's all here my friend, come in and get rid of those pants and jacket and anything else that isn't part of the dress code." He casually slipped out of his robe and said: "And now you old boy!" Dylan was wearing a pair of bright yellow Speedo's and a tye-dyed half-shirt. All I could think of was how tantalising he looked. "Come on", Dylan said, your turn!" More than a little nervous I started to undress, and when I was done Dylan gestured me into the living room. His wooden floor was covered in white sand, inflatable palm trees in each corner of the room and Hawaiian music came from the speakers.
Then I noticed Evan and Mark, standing in the far corner of the room. I approached them as casual as I could, but I could feel myself start to sweat a little. "Hi guys, this looks very nice, as do you.", I said. And I wasn't lying: Evan wore white Speedo's with a dark red half-shirt, and Mark Speedo's with a psychedelic print and a heather grey half-shirt.
It was obvious the four of us loved our outfits, and as the margaritas got filled and refilled, the conversation became more frolic. We started complimenting each other on our tight abs, nice belly buttons and shiny Speedo's. At point Dylan said: "Why do guys always take their shirt off first? And why do you rarely see guys wearing just a half-shirt?" Evan replied: "I guess that's just the standard, but in my opinion we look great." Then Mark said, heavily blushing: "Come to think of it, a guy wearing only a half-shirt would be super sexy..." Dylan took a big sip of his margarita and said: "OK guys, let's cut to the chase here, who is brave enough to drop his Speedo's?" A moment of silence and awkward grinning passed when suddenly Evan moved his hands down his sides, hitching his thumbs around his Speedo's, and slowly taking them off. I stared in unbelief as he revealed his dick and kicked away his Speedo's. Without a word spoken, Mark did exactly the same thing. They stood opposite of each other and Mark said to Evan: "You look so hot right now." Evan extended his right hand and started stroking Marks already hard dick.
Both Dylan and me knew that we could no longer hold back seeing Mark and Evan play with each other in their half-shirts. Dylan went to sit on the sofa and gestured me over to him. As I stood in front of him, he got a hold of my Speedo's and slowly pulled them down. He pulled them all the way off and threw them on the side. In the meantime I had a raging hard-on and Dylan gently got hold of my dick and pulled it towards his mouth. He began teasing me with his tongue to move on to a full on blowjob. During that time he too had taken off his Speedo's. We switched positions and I had a go at his hungry dick. Mark and Evan had also moved over to the sofa, where Mark sat down and sucked Evans dick while stroking his belly button.
At one point Dylan said: "Keep going, I'm going to film this.", and got his camera and filmed Mark, Evan and me sucking, licking and jerking. After about half an hour Dylan told us to come sit in front of the big screen TV and watch what he just captured. And what we saw was incredibly hot. After all these years we never went this far, but looking at the footage it was totally worth it. And in my opinion Dylan was right. Why is there so little to none half-shirt action to be found? Anyway, we had the time of our lives and Friday night will never be the same...