ATLSpeedoStud
07-30-2006, 12:41 AM
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Nothing happened for a few weeks around the apartment complex. I worked, worked out, laid out and worked on some skimpy tan lines. I would always throw my hand washed Speedo out on my balcony to dry. I thought I’d show the neighbors my collection…one way or another. Every time I wore a suit I would make sure the neighbors cars were home before I’d lay out. I might jog for a bit, in some skimpy shorts but I always had a Speedo under it as my underwear/jock. Before coming upstairs I’d rinse off using the garden hose and would only half heartedly towel off so that I would come upstairs still mostly wet. I’d walk through my living room onto the balcony, strip my suit off and lay it out on my balcony railing to dry. I knew the boys could see me from their windows, and bet they were watching and getting turned on—but I couldn’t tell for sure, and if they were there together or solo…and if solo, who was watching.
Soon enough, as I peeled off my white Joe Snyder bikini, I saw a pair of 3” navy blue Speedos on the back of the chase lounge on their balcony. Rather than pull my suits in, or wear the same one twice, I kept adding to the assortment on the railing…it up to around 10 suits. One day as I was getting dressed after laying out and running on the beach, I was wearing a cotton looking Lycra blue and white brief. . I had bought it off a guy online and he said it was safe to wear as a swimsuit or underwear… I had already yanked on my meat a bit and stuffed it into my brief with a jellied cockring on to accentuate my bulge. I started to pull my suits off the railing, folding them, but more so in trying to see who was around to play with. I took some time refolding, counting and inspecting my suits. I openly looked into my neighbor’s living room and saw the swimmer with some warm ups on, rubbing his crotch and watching me. He kept looking back into the apartment, but came out with a big bulge in his tight warm up suit.
He was shirtless and said Hey as he stuck his head out the door. I said “Hey” back, but only paid him minor attention until he said “You have quite a collection of Speedos” to which I replied “Yeah… I kind of got into collect them. They feel super sexy on. Don’t you agree?” He nodded, and said he started to wear them when he started competing on the swim team in junior high, and always got hard when he pulled it on, but it didn’t matter much because the water in the pool was always so cold. We both absently rubbed our pecs and bulges as we spoke.
I asked if he wore Speedos to the beach or pool, or if he only wore them to compete. “Honestly, where I come from, if you wear a Speedo you are considered Queer.” was his reply, “so I don’t wear them at home, but now that I am living away all year long, I don’t see why I shouldn’t”
“You should,” I replied “you have a great body, and I bet your tan lines are awfully sexy!” I said, and licked my lips. He laughed and pulled his warm ups down enough to show he was wearing a swim jock and did sport great tan lines between his golden brown tan, and stark white rippled abs with a light brown trail leading to that growing mound. “I don’t know where to get cool suits, like yours.” he said
I jumped on that opportunity and told him that I buy a lot of my suits online, and that there are a handful of really cool stores that sell ‘Speedo’ type swimsuits, with more of a fashionable slant, instead of the true competition suits. He looked shocked, and asked for some of the sites…”Off the top of my head I’d suggest Aussiebum.com or mensuas.com or erogenous.com.” He asked if the sites were gay or straight to which I replied “they are underwear and swimsuit sites, but they cater to gay men. Straight guys buy stuff from them all the time. Are you worried about your roommates?” To which he nodded in the affirmative. “Well, you can come over, use my computer, check out my collection, or if you prefer, I can give you the names and addresses of the local shops.” “If you have a minute, would you show me the web sites now?” How could I say no, and said he should come on over.
He threw on a baseball cap and before I knew it he was knocking on my door. I too had a ball cap on backward, and had quickly threw on some sky blue N2N sport shorts. When I got in he looked down and frowned and said “that suit you have on under those shorts is really HOT…is it a swim suit or briefs?” Well, I thought it was now or never so I rubbed my left nipple as I told him how I had bought the suit from a guy from Brazil, and that it was used. We traded used gear from time to time, and that in case he hadn’t known for sure I was really into buying, wearing, trading, showing off, and shopping for swimsuits of all types. As I said this I walked closer to him, as he nervously stood with his warm-ups untied, and his thumbs within his waistband of his jock. I took my fingers and ran it around the top, and asked if he liked jockstraps too. All he could muster was a nod, as I slipped my hand between his jock and his warm ups. I could smell his youthful sweat, in his jock and even caught a whiff of cum and piss. He sucked in his breath as he pushed me down to my knees with one hand, and pulled his bulge out of warm-ups with the other. As I kneeled before him, he took my head between his hands and my face toward his cock. “Suck me off, sexy Speedo man!” was all he said, and all I needed.
I sucked at his cock and balls through his swimmer jock strap, and ran my hands all over his young hard chest and abs, as he crossed his arms behind his head and sniffed at his hairless armpits. I thought that looked promising, but focused on his cock bursting out of the side of his jock. I pulled down his jock and was slapped in the face by a solid 7 inches of young, hairless cut cock oozing precum. He was so hot he wanted me to deep throat him, but I slowly worked him into my mouth, until my nose was all the way against his stubbly skin. I deep throated him just a few times before I was rewarded with a low moan and a fast and furious face fucking. He pulled his cock out and blast a few squirt onto my face…before I swallowed his gorgeous knob and let him fire off a few more into my mouth.
“Man, you swallow cum?” his panted between labored breaths, as I nodded, and wiped his previous loads off my face and into my mouth. “I’ve always had my cum spit out. It is a real turn off?” he chuckled. I relied that cum is a reward for a good job, and that I like to be rewarded…a lot! and laughed back. H caught me totally off guard when he leaned down and planted a big, deep and wet kiss on me. He confessed that he wanted to kiss me and have me suck him off since he moved in, but more so, since he saw that bodybuilder and I play. I confessed that I knew he and his buddy were watching me, and had hoped this would happen.
I thought he would runaway, but he was quite comfortable hanging out. I mixed us some screwdrivers, and he pulled off his warm up suit and asked to see the websites, and my Speedo collection. He chatted about growing up in San Diego, and knowing he loved Speedos, but that his school was religious and conservative and didn’t offer swimming, water polo or diving, so he joined a community swim club at the urging of his mother. He had been to a gay beach a few times, but up until he moved into this apartment, had a girlfriend that used to give him head, but would spit out his cum. I said that was such a waste, and asked if he was single now. He hesitated a bit before saying that he was seeing someone at school, and his “Ex-girlfriend” wanted to come and visit but that was over.
My computer is in my bedroom so I can chat, cruise, IM, and shop in privacy, and not make my whole place seem like a sleazy sex shop. I booted my computer as he sifted through my stack of swimsuits until he found a yellow Joe Snyder bikini…”That suit would look great on you.” I said over another cocktail…”Yeah? its awfully skimpy” he replied as he pulled off his jock and stepped into the suit. He carefully arranged his hardening cock—first with its head pointing up, but it stuck out of the waistband, then down, but that was a bit too overwhelming, then I suggested that he point his head to the left or right and pointed to my cock. “I never know how to place my peter…I mean cock.” as he adjusted himself and threw his arms out for a review. “Fucking hot, baby!” came out before I had thought it through…and quickly apologized. “No. no, thanks. That means a lot coming from a sex guy like you.” “well look at yourself in the mirror and see, as I turned him to my full length floor to ceiling mirrored closet doors. He got a big grin on his sexy face as he liked what he saw, and then asked to see more of my collection.
Nothing happened for a few weeks around the apartment complex. I worked, worked out, laid out and worked on some skimpy tan lines. I would always throw my hand washed Speedo out on my balcony to dry. I thought I’d show the neighbors my collection…one way or another. Every time I wore a suit I would make sure the neighbors cars were home before I’d lay out. I might jog for a bit, in some skimpy shorts but I always had a Speedo under it as my underwear/jock. Before coming upstairs I’d rinse off using the garden hose and would only half heartedly towel off so that I would come upstairs still mostly wet. I’d walk through my living room onto the balcony, strip my suit off and lay it out on my balcony railing to dry. I knew the boys could see me from their windows, and bet they were watching and getting turned on—but I couldn’t tell for sure, and if they were there together or solo…and if solo, who was watching.
Soon enough, as I peeled off my white Joe Snyder bikini, I saw a pair of 3” navy blue Speedos on the back of the chase lounge on their balcony. Rather than pull my suits in, or wear the same one twice, I kept adding to the assortment on the railing…it up to around 10 suits. One day as I was getting dressed after laying out and running on the beach, I was wearing a cotton looking Lycra blue and white brief. . I had bought it off a guy online and he said it was safe to wear as a swimsuit or underwear… I had already yanked on my meat a bit and stuffed it into my brief with a jellied cockring on to accentuate my bulge. I started to pull my suits off the railing, folding them, but more so in trying to see who was around to play with. I took some time refolding, counting and inspecting my suits. I openly looked into my neighbor’s living room and saw the swimmer with some warm ups on, rubbing his crotch and watching me. He kept looking back into the apartment, but came out with a big bulge in his tight warm up suit.
He was shirtless and said Hey as he stuck his head out the door. I said “Hey” back, but only paid him minor attention until he said “You have quite a collection of Speedos” to which I replied “Yeah… I kind of got into collect them. They feel super sexy on. Don’t you agree?” He nodded, and said he started to wear them when he started competing on the swim team in junior high, and always got hard when he pulled it on, but it didn’t matter much because the water in the pool was always so cold. We both absently rubbed our pecs and bulges as we spoke.
I asked if he wore Speedos to the beach or pool, or if he only wore them to compete. “Honestly, where I come from, if you wear a Speedo you are considered Queer.” was his reply, “so I don’t wear them at home, but now that I am living away all year long, I don’t see why I shouldn’t”
“You should,” I replied “you have a great body, and I bet your tan lines are awfully sexy!” I said, and licked my lips. He laughed and pulled his warm ups down enough to show he was wearing a swim jock and did sport great tan lines between his golden brown tan, and stark white rippled abs with a light brown trail leading to that growing mound. “I don’t know where to get cool suits, like yours.” he said
I jumped on that opportunity and told him that I buy a lot of my suits online, and that there are a handful of really cool stores that sell ‘Speedo’ type swimsuits, with more of a fashionable slant, instead of the true competition suits. He looked shocked, and asked for some of the sites…”Off the top of my head I’d suggest Aussiebum.com or mensuas.com or erogenous.com.” He asked if the sites were gay or straight to which I replied “they are underwear and swimsuit sites, but they cater to gay men. Straight guys buy stuff from them all the time. Are you worried about your roommates?” To which he nodded in the affirmative. “Well, you can come over, use my computer, check out my collection, or if you prefer, I can give you the names and addresses of the local shops.” “If you have a minute, would you show me the web sites now?” How could I say no, and said he should come on over.
He threw on a baseball cap and before I knew it he was knocking on my door. I too had a ball cap on backward, and had quickly threw on some sky blue N2N sport shorts. When I got in he looked down and frowned and said “that suit you have on under those shorts is really HOT…is it a swim suit or briefs?” Well, I thought it was now or never so I rubbed my left nipple as I told him how I had bought the suit from a guy from Brazil, and that it was used. We traded used gear from time to time, and that in case he hadn’t known for sure I was really into buying, wearing, trading, showing off, and shopping for swimsuits of all types. As I said this I walked closer to him, as he nervously stood with his warm-ups untied, and his thumbs within his waistband of his jock. I took my fingers and ran it around the top, and asked if he liked jockstraps too. All he could muster was a nod, as I slipped my hand between his jock and his warm ups. I could smell his youthful sweat, in his jock and even caught a whiff of cum and piss. He sucked in his breath as he pushed me down to my knees with one hand, and pulled his bulge out of warm-ups with the other. As I kneeled before him, he took my head between his hands and my face toward his cock. “Suck me off, sexy Speedo man!” was all he said, and all I needed.
I sucked at his cock and balls through his swimmer jock strap, and ran my hands all over his young hard chest and abs, as he crossed his arms behind his head and sniffed at his hairless armpits. I thought that looked promising, but focused on his cock bursting out of the side of his jock. I pulled down his jock and was slapped in the face by a solid 7 inches of young, hairless cut cock oozing precum. He was so hot he wanted me to deep throat him, but I slowly worked him into my mouth, until my nose was all the way against his stubbly skin. I deep throated him just a few times before I was rewarded with a low moan and a fast and furious face fucking. He pulled his cock out and blast a few squirt onto my face…before I swallowed his gorgeous knob and let him fire off a few more into my mouth.
“Man, you swallow cum?” his panted between labored breaths, as I nodded, and wiped his previous loads off my face and into my mouth. “I’ve always had my cum spit out. It is a real turn off?” he chuckled. I relied that cum is a reward for a good job, and that I like to be rewarded…a lot! and laughed back. H caught me totally off guard when he leaned down and planted a big, deep and wet kiss on me. He confessed that he wanted to kiss me and have me suck him off since he moved in, but more so, since he saw that bodybuilder and I play. I confessed that I knew he and his buddy were watching me, and had hoped this would happen.
I thought he would runaway, but he was quite comfortable hanging out. I mixed us some screwdrivers, and he pulled off his warm up suit and asked to see the websites, and my Speedo collection. He chatted about growing up in San Diego, and knowing he loved Speedos, but that his school was religious and conservative and didn’t offer swimming, water polo or diving, so he joined a community swim club at the urging of his mother. He had been to a gay beach a few times, but up until he moved into this apartment, had a girlfriend that used to give him head, but would spit out his cum. I said that was such a waste, and asked if he was single now. He hesitated a bit before saying that he was seeing someone at school, and his “Ex-girlfriend” wanted to come and visit but that was over.
My computer is in my bedroom so I can chat, cruise, IM, and shop in privacy, and not make my whole place seem like a sleazy sex shop. I booted my computer as he sifted through my stack of swimsuits until he found a yellow Joe Snyder bikini…”That suit would look great on you.” I said over another cocktail…”Yeah? its awfully skimpy” he replied as he pulled off his jock and stepped into the suit. He carefully arranged his hardening cock—first with its head pointing up, but it stuck out of the waistband, then down, but that was a bit too overwhelming, then I suggested that he point his head to the left or right and pointed to my cock. “I never know how to place my peter…I mean cock.” as he adjusted himself and threw his arms out for a review. “Fucking hot, baby!” came out before I had thought it through…and quickly apologized. “No. no, thanks. That means a lot coming from a sex guy like you.” “well look at yourself in the mirror and see, as I turned him to my full length floor to ceiling mirrored closet doors. He got a big grin on his sexy face as he liked what he saw, and then asked to see more of my collection.