This is a story I posted over on BisexualDave.com but since it is so hot I thought I’d share it with members here.
After our encounter over the weekend (you can read that on my blog), Jess and I were spending a lot more time around one another outside of class. One particular afternoon in mid May we were once again going to meet up at the mall after I had spent some more time at the library.
Once we were at the mall and had found a place to sit and eat, Jess brought up bathing suit shopping again. I asked her why she needed another new bikini (as if you can ever have enough, right? but I was young and foolish…)
She said, “Not for me this time, for you.”
“Oh,” I said. I knew where this was going. This was back in the 90s and Speedo had a chain of retail stores. There was one in the mall. I’d never been in it, I’d never needed to. The swim club where I swam had a store where you could buy your suits, goggles and anything else you needed, so I’d always just gotten my speedos from there.
It was late in the evening, so the mall was not crowded and stores would be closing in about an hour and a half, so I didn’t think the chances were high that we would be seen by people we knew, and trying on speedos for Jess sounded like fun.
“Ok, sure,” I said.
“You didn’t really have a choice.”
We got up and walked over to the store front. The store was deserted except for the one sales clerk behind the counter. The store wasn’t very big, with women’s suits on the left wall, two tiers high. The middle of the store were displays of goggles, caps, bags, sweats, etc. On the right side were the men’s suits.
This was the glory days before jammers and all the suits were speedo briefs. There were all kinds of prints, colors, and cuts. It was a sight to see.
“Wow,” she said, “there’s so many! This could take awhile.”
The sales clerk noticed us and started walking over. He was a few years older than us, probably a senior in college.
“Can I help you find something?” he asked.
Jess jumped right in, “We’re looking for a suit for him,” she said, pointing to me.
The guy looked a bit surprised for a second, but quickly smiled and said, “Sure, all of our men’s suits are over here. Is there something in particular you are looking for?” as he was looking me up and down.
Jess said we weren’t sure yet. The clerk said he tried on speedos all the time and could help make some suggestions. He went over to a rack about midway down the sidewall of the store and picked up a blue square cut suit with a small zipper pocket on the front right hip.
“I think this suit would rock on him.”
Jess considered and said, “Let’s start with that one.”
He led us over to the fitting room, which was all the way in the back on the right, and opened up right next to the men’s suits racks. I walked in and took the suit from Jess and closed the door.
I pulled off my pants and shoes and then pulled the suit up. It did feel pretty good. It didn’t have a lot of room up front, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. I was starting to get a little hard, though. After a minute or two, Jess knocked on the door.
“Are you ready yet?”
I reached for the doorknob and opened it a bit. Her face was right there in the door and she pushed it open. The clerk was standing there too.
I must have hesitated to come out for a second too long, because they both prompted me to get my ass out of the changing room.
Looking me up and down, Jess said to the clerk, “You’re right, I do like that. But let’s try some others to compare.”
She handed me a brief with a three or so inch side. I went back into the dressing room and stripped off the square cut. I pulled up the briefs. I was still semi-hard, but not too obvious yet. I adjusted myself as best I could and opened the door again.
“That’s more like it,” said Jess.
“Oh yeah, that’s heading in the right direction,” agreed the clerk.
Jess looked at me with a smile, “We’re not done yet, though. Here’s the next…”
This continued for three more suits. The last two were both solars (they are the smallest suit speedo makes). The first was black. By now my cock was more than just semi-erect from all this attention. I pulled the black solar up and again adjusted myself before opening the door.
Jess and the clerk were waiting. “Come on out,” said Jess. “We want to see.”
“Wow,” said the clerk. “Don’t you think that shows off the package too much?”
“Not at all” said Jess.
I stepped out of the change room but didn’t venture far from the door.
“No, I mean come all the way out here to where the big mirror is” said Jess.
I looked over to where she was pointing and it was out practically in the middle of the store, easily within view of the mall outside. I was simultaneously terrified and turned on. I walked out into the middle of the store and stood in front of the mirror, as ordered.
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A month or so ago I received the following email:
Dave,
My fiance, Taz, is a huge fan of yours and after he introduced me to your blog and other websites I’ve become a fan as well.
We both vicariously enjoy your sexual adventures and are long time members.
Your trip to Vegas with Penny and Pat was amazingly hot and sounded like a hot experience for all involved. It is something we would love to be a part of which is why I’m writing this to you.
For my birthday earlier this year, Taz arranged for a girl to join us, more particularly for a girl to join me which was a first for me and very enjoyable.
Taz’s birthday is coming up at the end of October and I was hoping to get him something just as special… I’d like to give him you for a night.
Let me tell you a little about ourselves…. (I’ve edited this out for the time being for privacy reasons).
Please reply if you are interested, or if you aren’t interested I completely understand.
Thanks
Rachel
Of course I would love to help take Taz’s gay virginity.
With a little bit of back and forth, it was all organized.
Rachel’s parents own an apartment on the Gold Coast which they AirBNB and they booked it out for me for a week. The Gold Coast is about a ten hour drive north from where I live and on Monday morning I was on the road nice and early.
The apartment was great, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, tenth floor overlooking the ocean at the Main Beach end of the coast. Tennis court, pool, hottub in the building and being the end of winter the place was pretty quiet, particularly during the week. As we had arranged I’d have the place to myself for a few days and Rachel, Taz and myself would catch up on Wednesday night when they would drive down from Brisbane and they’d spend a few days.
On Tuesday morning I went for a bit of an explore, the Gold Coast Indy car race was held over the weekend so the track was still setup which was fun to walk around. What I was really impressed with though were the number of guys I saw in speedos!!! At the Main Beach Surf Life Saving Club (which is a few hundred meters from the apartment building) I was greeted with an incredibly hot mid twenties guy showering off wearing a navy blue speedo. He was so gorgeous I had to compose myself before I dropped my shorts and went for a swim in my red speedo. After my swim I used the same shower and hopefully gave someone else the kind of view that I had experienced earlier.
Around lunch time I grabbed one of the bikes that were in the condo and rode over to the broadwater where they have a fenced in swimming area. They fence it off to keep the bull sharks out. While I was there, swimming swimming some lengths in my red speedos, I saw two more hot young guys strip down to speedos and swim some lengths.
I hadn’t seen a guy swimming in board shorts so far, well done Queensland!!!
When I got home I was so turned on by all this speedo eye candy I wanted to jump on Grindr and see if I could get some of these hot guys over for some fun, but Rachel had a plan for Wednesday night and I had to somehow contain my urges and refrain from any naughty activity, even with myself.
I managed, barely.
Fast forward to Wednesday evening, there was a knock at the door and I knew it wouldn’t be long until I could finally empty the full load of cum that I had been holding back for two days.
I was wearing the new red speedo that Paul the Politician had given me (you can read about that on my blog). The lycra in the front of the speedo was stretched tight by raging hardon and there was evidence of a little bit of precum oozing through the sheer red material.
Opening the door, I was greeted with Rachel and Taz, just as I had seen them in their photos…. wearing matching Budgy Smuggler swimwear. Rachel in a bikini, Taz in a speedo. Taz’s erection wasn’t at full mast but there was no hiding his bulge in the little Aussie speedo.
They had parked in the underground carpark, stripped down and caught the elevator up. Just imagine if you, or anyone, had pressed the elevator button and the doors had opened to this hot, early thirties couple.
Greetings were warm and the three of us were happy to finally meet in person and a little relieve that we were all what we said we were and looked like the photos we had exchanged. Although it was technically their home, I asked them in and poured some drinks. The three of us, clad only in our swimwear headed out to the deck overlooking the ocean and being ten stories above the ground, was very private.
There was some small talk but that isn’t why we were all here, small talk wasn’t why three strangers had just met each other in person for the first time wearing so little.
I asked Rachel about her first bisexual experience.
She had told me a little bit about it and went in to some pretty hot detail. The girl was someone they followed on Twitter and their meeting followed a similar script to how the three of us were meeting up now. It was hot hearing about it, Taz was thinking the same as I was by the look of the now full bulge in his speedo.
Seeing Taz so horny I thought that this was a good time to start things off.
I suggested to Taz that since he got to watch his fiance go down on a girl, it is only fair that he does the same. And with that, I pulled the front of my red speedos down and pulled my cock and balls over the drawstring.
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Have you ever been pressured to wear a speedo?
By a girl? By a guy? I hear there are rules in some European countries that make wearing a speedo compulsory?
I can’t say I have ever been pressured by an individual to wear a speedo although I am definitely guilty of pressuring guys (str8 and gay) to speedo it up.
This gallery is something I saw ages ago and it seems like this woman is pressuring the guy to speedo it up…. maybe this could be a promotional tool to get more str8 guys to wear speedos.
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