Getting Water Safety Certified

[raymcc]

I had the three speedos he gifted to me, and got aroused having them, and taking them out and looking at them. Part of it was imagining him in them, and when I tried them on, another big part was knowing my dick was exactly where his had been. Sharing a room with my older brother, it was a bit tricky, so there were trips to the bathroom, where I'd try on on, inevitably get aroused as tried my dick in different positions, and end up jerking off. Of the three, it was the Australian flag suit that really did it, as it was cut a bit smaller, and of course, reminded me most of Sean. I think I was developing an 'older guy crush.'

We decided to met on Sunday afternoon at the pool. While it was surely (on my part) an excuse to be with him, I was also motivated to pass this class with flying colors. I drove to his apartment, where he was waiting out front. We exchanged the 'great to see you's' and headed to the pool. There were 10 lifesaving procedures to practice. We decided to go through each. First five as me being the rescuer...and second five he'd lead. I had put on the Aussie speedo on and thrown jeans on top. He had to change. I tried not to look but not very successfully...and he noticed me looking. His long lanky body and tight small ass looked amazing, and though he had a hard on the other night in his sweat pants, I imagined how it would look fully erect, given it's length flaccid.

A swimmer who is drowning - or in serious trouble, tends to thrash in the water. Key for the rescuer is to get and maintain control, which requires strength and the ability to move fast. Sometimes there's also an element of surprise. It's not unusual for a drowning victim to put the rescuer in danger by grabbing them. One key move is for the rescuer to dive under the water, grab both of the swimmer's ankles (for control and to avoid being kicked, turn them so they're facing away from you and then 'lock them in place from behind with the cross body arm. Working my way up his legs, to the point where my face was nearly touching his speedo clad ass had me going crazy. The only way he wouldn't know I had a hard on is if I swam on my side, with the right side of my hip against his back side. While that worked (my dick was under water, and he didn't feel it) it was a huge turn on. We swam over to the side to catch a breather. 'Truth or dare?' he asked. "Uhh, go ahead" I said. 'You're in my speedo, we have a lot of body contact...does this turn you on?' "Can I take the 5th?" He wondered: 'what does that mean?' "In the states, you 'take the fifth' if you refuse to admit to incriminating evidence.' The pool was mostly empty. At that moment, we were both facing the edge of the pool, hanging our arms out over the deck.
Sean lowered one arm, slid it over the front of my suit and said 'guilty as charged. I'm holding the evidence.' I could feel all the juices in my body raging. If he didn't take his hand off me...or worse, stroke me a few times, it was all over.

Me: "O shit. I'm sorry. I love chicks, I've never experienced this before, but yes, it is a turn on." His response: 'turn about is fair play' "What do you mean?" I asked. "go ahead...you know you want to, and no one is watching." 'Seriously?" He continued: "Who cares, why not, we're two normal guys." I was both nervous and excited. I was being asked to feel his dick. I casually dropped my arm into the pool, gently guided it down his stomach. The very large head of his long dick was actually popped up out of the front of his nylon blue suit. I rubbed my hand up and down a few times, and he let out a gentle moan. "please finish me". WTF??? It only took a few gentle rubs, and I could feel his whole body tense....and then relax. We hung by the side of the pool for a few minutes, my body relaxed, and he was able to tuck things away. We finished our exercises and headed to the locker room. My head was spinning. I had never touched a guy before - never wanted to, but all I could think about was his dick, and the fact I had made him cum. We showered and walked out. Me in silence.
"hey mate, you ok?" "Sure I said. Well, confused I guess." We got in the car, headed back to his apartment and he said 'why don't you come up?" 'I've got to get home in time for dinner' "Fine" Sean said, "I figure that gives us 45 minutes together."

He closed the door to his apartment. "Look, I feel the same way." Me: "Seriously?" "Yup...I've got a regular girlfriend, our sex life is great, but there is something about you that seriously turns me on. I'm sorry if this all freaks you out." "I'm not freaked out." He handed me a beer, which seemed a good idea. Within a few minutes I could feel the gentle buzz. He got up and locked the door.
"Come here, I owe you something." I stood up. He pulled the sweatshirt over my head, unbuckled my jeans and dropped them to the floor. It was just me in his speedo. I was too nervous to be aroused. "Can I?" he asked "Can you what?" "you know...return the favor. But I won't rush." Not waiting for an answer, he cupped my balls through the suit and began tracing the outline of my dick through the nylon. It wasn't long before I was hard, and he ran his fingertip along the vein on the underside of my cock. He gently untied the suit, and pulled it down my hips. "let me take a good look." Laughing he added "remember, I'm going to be a Dr...this is for medical purposes only, but from the looks of things you have a grade A, beautiful dick. Now it was his bare hands on my dick, with just the right amount of pressure. "you need to stop" "Why?" he asked. "Because I'm going to make a big mess." "just let me know when." He started stroking more quickly "OK, now." To my surprise, he put his mouth over the head of my dick, and swallowed the entire shot. My knees were weak, he licked off the remaining drips of cum. "OK" I said. He slowly pulled the speedo back up, and seemed to enjoy putting his hands around back so it went over my arse. He tied the strings and pulled my jeans up and zipped the front. Sean got up, looked into my eyes and said 'that was perfect, thank you.' I looked at my watch...only had 10 minutes before I had to leave. "let's just lay down in the beanbag chair and relax.' he offered. We did, on our sides, with him behind me, our full bodies touching. Wait, is he erect? I rolled over, boldly put my hand 'there' and it was confirmed. "Again?" "Hey mate, this is your fault." I unzipped him, pulled his pants down, slowly pulled his boxer brief down, and saw his amazing cock. It had to be 8 inches, and the head was as it had looked in the shower...big. "Sean, that's not a dick, it's a weapon." He laughed. "Yeah, for a skinny guy, I guess I lucked out." I wasn't even sure how to give a blowjob, but just imitated what a few of the high school girls did to me. He was getting close to climax, his balls up tight. I licked his shaft, sucked a bit on the head, and finished him off with a few strokes of my left hand. He shot warm pools up his abdomen and chest. "That was amazing." "OK, i'm almost late...hate to do this and run, but I've got to get home. Don't move, I'll just leave." I dashed out to my car and headed home. This was Sunday. Next class....Thursday. I honestly was having trouble believing this wasn't a dream.

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During that week, I wore a different one of Sean's three speedos each night. The Aussie flag was my favorite, but they were all tighter than my size, and I liked the sense of tightness & the smoothness of the nylon. I jacked off each night. Sometimes just because I was wearing it and was aroused. Sometimes because I thought about what we had done together. I got to wondering. Speedos always seemed to arouse me. Was that normal? Was Sean as turned on by me in a speedo as I was by seeing him in one?

The effect he had on me was a very new experience. Not to say that I hadn't admired other guys in speedos, but that was 'admiration' vs attraction. I also liked that girls liked seeing me in a speedo. Hearing "your butt looks great" was not unusual. I had always thought it was a bit too round. Sean's was amazing. Very small & compact.
All his 'weight' was distributed 'up front'. I was 'average'.

[raymcc]

It was Tuesday around 4pm when my phone indicated an incoming call from Sean. "Hey mate, how you doin? I'll see you on Thurs, but just came across two tickets for a concert on campus Friday night at the rec center, should be a blast, want to go?" I had a date on Sat, but thought Friday sounded like great fun. "sure". "Well, it might be late, and maybe you want to plan to spend the night so we can have a few beers or a smoke." I told my parents, and got the clearance.

On Thursday I headed to the class. Part of me wanted to show up late just to see how Nancy and Sean would handle it. I wore the yellow speedo. First time in public. Walking towards my seat in the bleachers, Nancy commented...'nice new suit, you're getting a speedo wardrobe!' "yeah, well, it gets boring otherwise"
"Well" she said "I wouldn't get bored if you wore the same suit every day." Sean dashed through the door, bounded up the bleachers and planted himself next to me, also saying 'hi' to Nancy. "Sorry Nancy, I've got dibs on him today...that is unless you two have already made other arrangements." (we hadn't). "Uhh, no, but I had hoped to have him as my partner." she said.

We hopped in the water and ran through what was becoming successively more challenging exercises. My strength and endurance from the swimming season proved an advantage. Sean was struggling, it was obvious, and in small ways I tried to help him without being patronizing or having the instructor notice. A few flutter kicks under the water to help propel him. Struggling with less force. It was obvious to Sean 'you're in such better shape, thanks for helping me out.' He was a good guy, I was happy to.

We popped out of the pool. Fortunately I was so busy helping him that the contact wasn't 'stimulating'. However, it was the first time I was in a suit that was light colored, and when looking down, realized it was largely see through. I quickly pulled the suit away from my body, letting air. But from the stares (was I being too self conscious?) others seemed to notice. Nancy laughed 'well, you look great in that suit...and even better through the suit! Did you know it was so revealing when you bought it?' "No, hadn't a clue. Seems I'll be wearing it under shorts from now on."

Sean thought this was hilarious. "of course I knew it was a bit revealing. Why do you think I gave it to you?" "you fucker" I laughed back. "Thanks for showing my junk to everyone here." "My pleasure mate". We finished, headed to the locker room, and he asked if he could have a ride back to his apartment. "no problem". Him: "hey, about tomorrow night. Do me a favor. Wear you black and yellow striped suit under your jeans." it seemed an odd request...or a signal he had plans in addition to the concert? "C'mon over to my apartment around 7. My roomies are going to. You can meet them and we'll head over together." Sounded like a good plan.

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On Friday, I put the black and yellow striped suit on, and got hard at the thought of the night ahead. Jeans, shirt and sweatshirt, with a light jacket. Knocked on Sean's door and could hear some male laughter inside. I went in and there were two other guys. One, a short, slightly chubby guy. The other very much a gymnast type - good guess, he was. On the varsity team, and built like a rock. We said our hellos, and 'gymnast guy' asked if I was the guy Sean like to hang out in speedos with. I tried to contain my shock. What did he mean? Sean jumped in "you gymnasts are up tight. You'd rather have us swimming in baggy board shorts? have you ever even tried a speedo on?"
"No effing way" he responded. The short chubby guy said he'd meet us at the concert and left. With the concert not beginning for an hour, we had some time to kill. Gymnast guy (Bill), started razzing us again about about speedos. Sean "you're protesting too much. I think you'd better try one on." With that he went in the drawer and threw a solid red suit to Bill. "put up or shut up." Bill 'bit'. I was stoned and couldn't believe it. He took off his shirt to reveal huge muscles. Sean urged "keep going". He dropped his pants and was just standing there in his boxers. "Keep going". He dropped his shorts and was now standing near us completely naked, looking every bit the Greek statue. Perfect everywhere. Sean threw the suit to him. Bill pulled it up his legs, but it was at least two sizes too small. Barely covered his crack, and his package was absolutely jammed inside. "how do you guys wear this without fear of a boner?" "Well, it happens" I offered. "Which way are you supposed to put your dick?" "Any direction you want it. I usually point mine down, but Sean wears it to the side." Bill pointed it down, and either it was my imagination or reality, but it seemed like he was getting aroused.

Sean urged him to wear it all night under his jeans. Trust me, you'll love the feeling. Bill agreed, put his clothes back on, with just his boxers left behind on the floor. Off to the concert we went.

We proceeded to smoke a few joints. I was getting very stoned as were the others. The concert was great, and it made me super exited about heading off to college next year. After the concert, we dropped by a burger joint, the three of us ate, and Bill commented "I guess I'm getting used to these speedos...they are a bit tight though. 'They'll stretch to fit you" Sean assured him. After burgers they stopped by a convenience store and bought a six pack and we headed back to the apartment. There they lit up again, and we cracked a few beers. By now, I was wasted.

[raymcc]

We flopped on the beanbag chairs and listened to music. I was in a state where I didn't know if I was dozing off or just really stoned. Sean and Bill seemed amused. I must have closed my eyes, the rest is foggy.

Evidently Bill said it was only fair that we both try speedos on so he could get a look given that we had already seen him. Sean had asked me to wear my striped one, but I didn't want Bill to know that, and wasn't about to just drop my jeans and have him know I was already wearing one. Sean, ever the uninhibited one, as best I can recall, stood up, pretended to do a ridiculous 'strip', and dropped his pants. Bill: "Wait, you wear these all the time?" Sean confessed. "I wear them a lot under my pants, I really like how they feel, and it's kind of a turn on. Bill said 'well, turn around, let me take it all in'. Sean did, and Bill clapped and did a 'bravo'. "OK Ray, it's your turn. You need a suit or are you wearing one too." I was embarrassed. They were both older, and more developed. Suddenly I felt like a little boy compared to these guys two years older. "Bill, we need to all be in the same condition. You go first." "Well, you've already seen me." "Yeah, but I think all three of us should be in the same boat." What I really wanted was to see Bill near naked again. He took off his jeans, and as best I can remember was a bit turned on. Suddenly I panicked. "uhh, I don't think I can do this." 'We'll help" they said in unison. They looked at each other, nodded, and before I knew it, they had tackled me. Sean had me in a headlock. Clearly they were playing, there was no real risk...on the other hand, they weren't going to let me off the hook. Bill took his large muscular hands and grabbed me by the belt, tugging my waist. He unbuckled me, undid the top of my jeans, and as luck would have it, my zipper got stuck. The three of us were so stoned it was pretty funny. Bill then slid one hand inside my pants and worked the zipper from both directions. I became immediately aroused. "o shit" I thought. He tugged the zipper down, and yanked the pants down to my ankles. "Hey Sean, you were right, he's quite the specimen". Sean still had me in the headlock, and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. 'ok guys, you can let go now' "Not so fast...now that we're all Speedo fans, let's enjoy them." Bill moved forward, thrusting his speedo clad package against mine, and began sliding the two suits together. "Hey, are you meaning to do this?" (was I stoned, sleeping, or was this really happening)?

Bill then put his hands down the front of my suit and pulled the strings out. "Dare me?" "uhh...no" Bill: "I wasn't talking to you. Sean, should we expose him?" "Sure, let's go for it."
Bill slowly pulled the strings and loosened the front of my suit. By then, I could tell Bill had a raging hard on, and a wet ring had formed on his speedo. Sean teased him 'o real nice, messing up my suit'. "oops" Bill offered. Bill slowly pulled my suit down. My heart was pounding. Sean than said 'if any of this isn't comfortable, just say so. you're a grown up, but we don't want to do anything you're not interested in.' I paused and said. "it's fine, I trust you guys...you can do whatever we all want...if it gets uncomfortable, I'll tell you to stop.' With that, Bill moved forward and straddled my leg, so his manhood was pressing into my thigh. His dick wasn't as long as Sean's (I didn't know anyone whose was), but it was the thickest I had ever seen. I wondered if girls every said 'no way!' It must have been twice the size around as mine. Slowly he started rocking back with the full pressure of his body at the intersection of his groin and my thigh. He then leaned forward and cupped my balls. Sean had long since let the headlock go, and laid down beside me, with our faces just inches away. Bill then did the same to Sean. Pulled the strings, and lowered his suit. "Sean, your dick if fucking huge" Bill offered. "Well, it's long, but yours beats me in the girth department." Sean then whispered to me. "you OK?"
My response: "I've never done this before. Only been with girls, but so far it's fun." Sean then came forward and pressed his lips to mine. They were soft, full, and his breath smelled like the combination of beer and grass. "I love your pecs and every time we're in the pool, I look forward to running my arm across them"
He ran his hand down, circling my pecs, and then leaned forward and put my left nipple in his mouth. I felt a rush in my groin. He sucked and then gently nibbled. It was making me crazy. He then moved to the side and ran his tongue down the center of my chest down to my navel. Bill meanwhile slowly slid one hand behind each of my butt cheeks, positioned himself between my legs, and then lifted my knees up and place them on his incredible shoulders. I felt entirely vulnerable. He leaned forward, met Sean's face and kissed him deeply. Then he arched his back forward and started circling my balls with his tongue. Sean then said 'hey, wait for me'. He leaned down, and slid his lips down my cock, sucking with passion. Bill repositioned himself and straddled my ankle. My foot was up against his ass as he rocked. He undid the string to his suit, and the glistening bead of precut made the top of his dick very shiny. He went from licking to sucking my balls, and then used his thumb to apply pressure to the area under my nuts. That was it. I started to writhe helplessly. Bill responded by shooting a huge load that hit Sean in the head, and shot over his body to land on my face and the beanbag chair. I came in waves, jerking. Sean than took his speedo and began stroking himself. Bill insisted on taking over. The sensation of nylon on Sean's cock sent him into orbit, spraying past me over on to Bill.

The next thing I knew, it was 8:30 am, I was laying on the beanbag chair with my jeans on and my speedo up and tied. The button was undone, and the zipper was only half down, and I was covered by a blanket. Sean was in his bed slowly waking up. Bill was nowhere to be seen. I was still a bit stoned and tried to gather my thoughts. I had an early morning boner, and reached down to feel, not surprised to feel some pre-cum. What had happened? Did anything happen? "Hey Sean, you awake?" "yup...come over and say 'hi'". I buttoned my jeans and stepped over to the bed and rubbed my eyes. "Great evening, eh?" You seemed to enjoy yourself last night. "Sean, do you remember everything that happened last night?" "Ha, no, but sometimes that's just as well." "Where's Bill?" I asked.
"I dunno. Go into the living room, that's the last place I saw him." I went into the living room to see the Greek God splayed across the sofa, still in the too-small speedo. His eyes popped open. I laughed "Seems you've become a convert.' "Well, I might want to get one that has more room for my tool, but this seems to work well. On the front was a dried stain where the head of his dick must have been. "you enjoying the view?" "O shit, sorry" "hey, nothing wrong with a little appreciation...by the way, your body was made to be in a speedo, you can turn on any girl or guy."

I drove home in the morning, desperately trying to sort out what had happened - or didn't. The thought of Bill humping my leg through his speedo was a huge turn on, even if it had only been a dream. Is that why my left ankle is stiff this morning? In the dream, Sean had played - nibbled - on my left nipple. I reached into my shirt and felt. It was hard and tender, but so was my right nipple. Do I ask Sean about it when I see him next Thursday, or leave the whole thing alone. One thing was for sure. Bill now loved being in a Speedo too.