More and more afternoons were spent at the country club in the black speedo. No longer self conscious, it felt normal...and wonderful. Black might have not been the best color in the hot summer sun, but until the sporting good store was restocked, it would have to do ... or would it? I craved the idea of trying on other suits. In order to get to know Larry and Chad better, I started hanging around pool closing time. Before they locked up, all the deck chairs needed to be lined up properly, towels picked up...basically everything in order. Chad was normally the one to close. His physique was amazing. All muscle, tightly packed into an almost-too-small-for-him suit. (well, the leopard one was too small). He'd lean over pick up the large lounge chairs over his head and reposition them in line in one deft motion, every back and arm muscle activated. And bending over each time certainly accentuated his very firm, round, yet very compact butt.
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