ATLSpeedoStud
03-31-2005, 04:19 AM
The men’s store recommended to me by the cute bellhop was certainly a gay man’s favorite. Full of gym shorts, tank tops, swimsuits, briefs, and an occasional safari or aloha print shirt, the store was well stocked with my favorite brands and reasonably priced for a tourist town. The salesman was in his early 50’s and most likely the owner or manager. I walked around, grabbed a 3 pack of Calvin’s, some white ribbed tank-top undershirts, and a pair of shorts when the clerk suggested that I check out some of their stock that had just arrive. This was my first introduction to 2xist underwear. He suggested that I try them on, because I would love them!
Never one to shy away from some new briefs, I jumped into the changing room, and pulled the canvas curtain. Most of the dressing area was enclosed, but the top and bottom of the curtain were mesh, with a 3 foot wide horizontal stripe covering the torso and private parts. Trying on clothes was also putting on a show—which was fine by me! I pulled off my damp gym shorts and sweaty jock and out of no where the clerk appeared with a hand towel. He suggested that I might want to dry off before trying on the clothes. I said oh, in case I don’t like them, and he said no, so that you can get a true feeling of the fabric on your cock and balls!
I had a had time getting my stiffening cock into the briefs, jock strap and bikini briefs and was even more shocked when the clerk opened the curtain to ask how I was doing. As I was trying to determine if I wanted a white or black jock, brief and bikini, the clerk showed up with three or four jocko running shorts. As I slipped on the first pair he told me to come out and see how I looked in the three way mirror. When I did, I saw an older gay couple—around their 60s- and a young guy. The couple milled around looking at me as much as they were looking at the stock, and the young guy was folding stock and affixing tags. After the second costume change I called the younger guy came over to help me find a larger size and he helped adjust my aching cock in the swimsuit. He also whispered that the couple was enjoying my fashion show.
Never one to disappoint, I continued with spandex/lycra shorts and swimsuits--trying each pair on and checking my hard cock and tight ass in the mirror. The Owner/manager said that he thought I was staying at the clothing optional resort and wondered why I would need a swimsuit. I confirmed that I was indeed staying at the resort, but that I tanned in a swimsuit to keep my tan lines, but planned to walk around and swim in the nude.
The three older guys seemed to really like that answer and quickly 6 or so pairs of increasingly skimpy Speedos came to me. The young guy would get the right color or style as I asked, and the manager kept the stock coming fast and furiously. I finally selected two Sauvage bikini swimsuits that had only 1” sides, a full ass and pouch for my cock and balls! One suit was white and the other yellow—which are virtually see through when wet!
I went up to the register, reviewed the Y-backs, jocks, tanks tops, 2 swimsuits, and the rest of my purchases and was told the older couple had put my purchases on their account with thanks for a great show. The manager bagged everything up and left, while I went back to get the gym shorts and lube I needed. The young clerk asked if I was going to try the shorts on and was tired of changing clothes and getting no action until he pulled me to the fitting room, got down on his knees and started sucking my dick right there in the store.
The kid had a great mouth and deep throated me, licked my balls and nursed my head until I couldn’t stand it. All the parading and tension had built up, and as he stroked his own hard cock I started to grunt and he capped his mouth over my spasming cock so that I shot into his mouth--not down his throat. After 5 or so spurts he shot up, grabbed me by the neck and French kissed me hard and deep. I had never been fed my own cum before, but loved it. As we kissed he grunted and shot his load into his own briefs. We quickly zipped up and asked if I was at the porn star resort. He promised to come over too!
The rest of the story involves the porn stars that I met, and the Speedos and jocks I wore. Thus began 4 days of fun in the desert sun. I wore all my new gear—at least for a while—worked on my tan lines, and got Jesse and Dan—the clerk--together for a hot three way inside and out on the maze. I now know better and travel with a lap top and cam so I can record the play.
Never one to shy away from some new briefs, I jumped into the changing room, and pulled the canvas curtain. Most of the dressing area was enclosed, but the top and bottom of the curtain were mesh, with a 3 foot wide horizontal stripe covering the torso and private parts. Trying on clothes was also putting on a show—which was fine by me! I pulled off my damp gym shorts and sweaty jock and out of no where the clerk appeared with a hand towel. He suggested that I might want to dry off before trying on the clothes. I said oh, in case I don’t like them, and he said no, so that you can get a true feeling of the fabric on your cock and balls!
I had a had time getting my stiffening cock into the briefs, jock strap and bikini briefs and was even more shocked when the clerk opened the curtain to ask how I was doing. As I was trying to determine if I wanted a white or black jock, brief and bikini, the clerk showed up with three or four jocko running shorts. As I slipped on the first pair he told me to come out and see how I looked in the three way mirror. When I did, I saw an older gay couple—around their 60s- and a young guy. The couple milled around looking at me as much as they were looking at the stock, and the young guy was folding stock and affixing tags. After the second costume change I called the younger guy came over to help me find a larger size and he helped adjust my aching cock in the swimsuit. He also whispered that the couple was enjoying my fashion show.
Never one to disappoint, I continued with spandex/lycra shorts and swimsuits--trying each pair on and checking my hard cock and tight ass in the mirror. The Owner/manager said that he thought I was staying at the clothing optional resort and wondered why I would need a swimsuit. I confirmed that I was indeed staying at the resort, but that I tanned in a swimsuit to keep my tan lines, but planned to walk around and swim in the nude.
The three older guys seemed to really like that answer and quickly 6 or so pairs of increasingly skimpy Speedos came to me. The young guy would get the right color or style as I asked, and the manager kept the stock coming fast and furiously. I finally selected two Sauvage bikini swimsuits that had only 1” sides, a full ass and pouch for my cock and balls! One suit was white and the other yellow—which are virtually see through when wet!
I went up to the register, reviewed the Y-backs, jocks, tanks tops, 2 swimsuits, and the rest of my purchases and was told the older couple had put my purchases on their account with thanks for a great show. The manager bagged everything up and left, while I went back to get the gym shorts and lube I needed. The young clerk asked if I was going to try the shorts on and was tired of changing clothes and getting no action until he pulled me to the fitting room, got down on his knees and started sucking my dick right there in the store.
The kid had a great mouth and deep throated me, licked my balls and nursed my head until I couldn’t stand it. All the parading and tension had built up, and as he stroked his own hard cock I started to grunt and he capped his mouth over my spasming cock so that I shot into his mouth--not down his throat. After 5 or so spurts he shot up, grabbed me by the neck and French kissed me hard and deep. I had never been fed my own cum before, but loved it. As we kissed he grunted and shot his load into his own briefs. We quickly zipped up and asked if I was at the porn star resort. He promised to come over too!
The rest of the story involves the porn stars that I met, and the Speedos and jocks I wore. Thus began 4 days of fun in the desert sun. I wore all my new gear—at least for a while—worked on my tan lines, and got Jesse and Dan—the clerk--together for a hot three way inside and out on the maze. I now know better and travel with a lap top and cam so I can record the play.