Date: Tue, 1 Apr 2014 01:45:37 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: White Speedos

White Speedos

A tale of lust & love by Vintagespeedoboy, this article is entirely a work
of fiction.

			       Windsor 1980

These events started when I visited the Windsor war memorial outdoor pool
during the summer of 1980, my occupation was a motorcycle mechanic for a
local Kawasaki dealership having recently started working for them after
living for a number of years in Australia when I received a call at home
from one of their lifeguards having met him in a pub beforehand which
required me to visit him at the pool to investigate a 3 cylinder Kawasaki
motorcycle which wouldn't start.

Having been a volunteer beach lifeguard in Melbourne I really missed the
lifestyle & haven't been swimming for months when a visit to a pool seemed
right up my street, I entered the pool with my toolkit, carried out a
number of checks on the bike quickly finding the fault & replaced the plugs
enabling Pete, its 17 year old owner to re-start his machine, I would
return him his plugs after cleaning them at work on a Champion sandblaster
a few days later.

At 28 years of age, I've certainly been around the block & already reached
the top of my game, at 6 feet tall tipping the scales at 12 stones with a
full head of closely cropped dark hair now bleached by the sun making it
look blond, I certainly am a very fit person with a build to match, having
finished the machine I badly needed a shit & when I found all the toilets
occupied, I had to walk across the car park to the public toilets on the
opposite side of the car park, as I sat down contemplating my thoughts &
dumping the crap into the pan, I read the graffiti on the wall when I came
to this very short piece of prose on the door which read.

"I met a beautiful young boy in here who was only wearing swim briefs, he
let me feel his cock which was fully hard with a wet spot in his trunks, he
begged me to suck his cock shooting his spunk in seconds before begging me
to fuck him up the bottom," the sight of boys in just their swimming trunks
is a common sight around here during the summer.

My name's Tom & I've messed around with a number of boys when I was at
school & in the scouts followed since by a number of teenagers & seeing
this on the wall brought those memories flooding back as I visualized a
long haired blond boy about 12 years old in red swimming trunks clearly in
my mind's eye, my cock instantly got hard as lust took over & had a good
wank blowing a shit load of spunk onto the floor before walking back to the
pool.

It was a really hot July day with sweat pouring off me, this is England, I
shouldn't be sweating this much as I'm used to a warmer climate & have a
deep bronze all over sun tan to prove it, the pool looked so inviting even
though it was packed, the youngster who's bike I fixed took me to the lost
property bin which I searched through finding a nearly new pair of white
speedo swimming trunks in my size, there were no others in that bin so I
took them plus a pair of goggles.

I looked very handsome with my bronzed body accentuated by the white trunks
as I walked out to the pool before diving in at the deep end powering
myself using a front crawl stroke through 15 pool lengths which is 500
yards of the pool before I got out to use the diving board, suddenly kids
were giggling & laughing pointing fingers at me together with a few cat
calls &c from people on the grass before I discovered the reason why, those
trunks had gone not just see through, they went totally transparent showing
my sun bronzed skin with every single hair, my black pubic bush & my 6 ?
inch cock (when hard).

Oh my god, this place was crowded!, it was tantamount to being totally
naked!, 'how in god's name did these trunks ever get on the market?'  &
right now I had to get changed & get the hell out of there before the cops
came & arrested me for indecent exposure.

				    (2)

The first thing I did was to buy another pair of swimming trunks from a
local sports shop before I went home, when I changed out of my grubby
clothes into something more comfortable I realized I was still wearing the
offending trunks, I closely inspected them comparing them to the new pair
which were exactly the same, made out of a single layer of thin nylon
material with another layer at the front so I hand washed them & hung them
out to dry before cooking my evening meal.

I do love being naked which is how I got my all over tan & I would soon
find places where I could wear them, after all they were new & it would be
a shame to bin them so they ended up in the drawer for another day.

I went back to the pool on my next day off on a 750cc Morgo Triton
motorcycle, this is a Norton Featherbed frame housing a Triumph engine
which I had taken to work for its MOT before delivering it back to its
owner, riding it certainly was a good pose especially knowing that this
machine was easily worth over $2000 down under & certainly would attract
admirers wherever parked which right now was outside the pool entrance as I
locked it with a very heavy duty lock & chain.

I saw a group of boys sitting outside the public toilet in just their
swimming trunks when I caught sight of the boy in my vision with them & he
really looked stunning, how this could happen was beyond me, it can't hurt
to speak to him with the public all around so I walked over to sit in the
toilet for a few moments before coming out when he asked. "Is that your
motorbike mister?".

The conversation went on for a long time with this youngster clearly
interested in this motorcycle, Patrick was 13 & wearing only his red speedo
swimming trunks which certainly didn't conceal the fact that he had a large
package for his age with his blond pubic hair visible above the waistband,
he had long flowing waist length blond hair & lovely blue eyes, I also
learned that he was Sophie's son, a receptionist who worked at the pool so
he wasn't likely to be going anywhere in a hurry.

In my mind I really began to question the truth of that graffiti & being a
well built lad on the large side for his age with a decent package, he
would certainly be a likely candidate for shooting his spunk.

We both entered the pool & I was immediately accosted by the pool manager
who beckoned me into his office & OMG was he an arrogant bastard who was
also full of wit, he was in his mid 50's & a former navy diver who had been
swimming all of his life, his tact certainly leaved a lot to be desired so
I countered him with. "The least you can do is offer me a cup of coffee."

He wanted to know why I came to his pool wearing see through swimming
trunks & I re-counted the events with the motorcycle, after that I was
asked to wait outside whilst he called the teenager into his office who
exited from there red faced before I was asked back in.

His tone had completely changed & became apologetic passing me a swimming
pass which enabled me to use the facility from now on, we both walked
around the pool surround chatting & re-counting my life in Australia when I
heard a crack & the lawn mower the teenager was using suddenly stopped,
it's hot spark plug lying on the grass & him looking red faced again.

The lawn mower had suffered a blown spark plug & my helicoil thread repair
kit to fix it was at home in my toolkit, we went in his car & fetched it, I
carried out the repair under the watchful gaze of both the manager & the
teenager after which the manager was so pleased he wanted me to start
working for him immediately which I did at weekends, when the boy heard
this news he became ecstatic.

Before I left, Patrick asked me to bring the white trunks over as he wanted
me to accompany him by the river, I met him outside the pool & we walked to
the far end of the car park to cross a bridge onto an island into a private
area with a clubhouse, the only people who could see us were those either
in passing boats or from the far side, we both stripped to our swimming
trunks & my eyes suddenly lit up at the sight of him, he was also wearing
white speedos the same as me.


				    (3)

We both swam in the river & for a lad of his age he was a very strong
swimmer, there was no worries about the safety of this kid in the river &
when we got out onto the grass I saw his entire package with his large
blond pubic bush in full view & he was fully hard with a cock almost as big
as mine, I got hard instantly just like I did when I was his age feeling my
cock twitch when he asked.

"Do you like what you see?", I was speechless as I stood there in front of
this boy, lust ravaged through him as he felt my cock through the wet
trunks before producing a key from his bag, opening the clubhouse door with
both of us entering as he said, "Mum's a barmaid here." as he bolted the
door.

The cheeky sod only went & opened a bottle of German lager which we shared
in plastic cups before lighting up a cigarette & smoked it whilst we
talked, I told him. "You shouldn't be doing that at your age, it's bad for
you," yet there was something sexy about him when he smoked it.

I was now seeing this boy in the flesh who is mentioned in the graffiti &
visualized in my mind's eye in total disbelief that things like this
shouldn't happen & yet all through my boyhood I dreamed of a beach which
turned out to be St Kilda beach in Melbourne where I was a beach lifeguard
proving that indeed strange forces are at work.

Both our cocks were hard as nails & the boy's was oozing pre cum in a
steady flow which now trickled down his trunks, lust took over both of us
as we hugged, kissed & fondled each other & when he started humping his
cock into mine, I just had to take him right there & then.

I lubed up both his hole & my cock before slowly pushing into his hole as
he bent over holding a chair thankful that the curtains were drawn, I just
left my cock in there to settle which constantly kept twitching as pre cum
dripped out from the boy's cock onto the floor, there was no way I was
going to last with this kid & he knew it as I pumped my cock into him
slowly so as to prolong things, not him!, he wanted me to pound the hell
out of him & he certainly got it from me.

I pounded into him like a possessed rapist making the very fabric of the
building shake blasting a good week's supply of my spunk into him which
must have been at least a dozen blasts with an orgasm that almost had me
screaming & writhing triggering several huge blasts of spunk from that cock
of his as his hole kept grabbing onto my cock, this boy could certainly
shoot a big load which I now saw plastered over the chair & there would
soon be a lot more sessions to come from him.

As I walked back to the pool with Patrick, Pete the 17 year old lifeguard
called me over & quietly said into my ear. "I see you walking back with Pat
from the clubhouse, did he do it with you?, this question caught me off
guard wondering how the hell would he know when he said. "Don't worry, I've
had him as well & he's a really good shag, can you pop over & look my bike
over sometime?"

I took his details & arranged a time, Pat wheeled out his bicycle which was
in an advanced stage of disrepair & neglect, I called him over
saying. "That bike of yours has really had it, shouldn't you be getting
another one?, you could get yourself killed riding that old crate."

"Mum's always broke & we never have any money, we have to get out of our
house as the army wants it back."

"What about your dad, can't he do something to help?"

"He couldn't help us if he tried he was always drunk & kept hitting me, now
he's been thrown out of the army," tears now flooded the boy's eyes as
feelings of anger & hate for this man who neglected his family boiled over
in me, I had to see someone & fast!, then went to the pool manager's
office.

Patrick's situation was a very sensitive issue which we discussed & he
certainly was aware of it thanking me for coming to him first, being a
supervisory council employee he was able to press a few buttons, the first
one entailed a visit to both dumps scouring for parts to repair the boy's
bicycle which certainly delivered the goods with myself building a good
sound bicycle for Patrick.


				    (4)

The visit to Pete was a ploy intended to draw me to his house, he wanted
sex & his choice of clothes certainly gave me that impression, he was
wearing a thin black nylon athletic vest which showed the definition of his
muscular upper torso & a pair of ultra lightweight linen trousers which
were sheer & perfectly showed his black nylon speedo swimming trunks
underneath with the shape & skin colour of his legs which did nothing to
hide his growing bulge making me hard instantly.

I could easily see that he was packing a huge cock with an expanding wet
spot on his trousers as his pre cum flowed through the material the size of
which amazed me as I felt it through his trousers saying to him. "You do
know you can get any girl you want with this, don't you."

"I know & this time I want it inside you," as he took off his trousers &
trunks I looked in awe at his cock which must be at least 8 inches long &
over 2 inches wide, this monster was about to pound the living daylights
out of my hole & this teenager certainly knew how to use it.

After lubing up & slowly pushing it all the way in, he just left it in
there, there was an awesome feeling at the bottom of my cock & his was
twitching wildly which almost had me blasting out a load there & then, I
doubted if he could last at all & within a minute I felt him blasting his
spunk inside me whilst my hole kept clamping onto his cock as a huge load
blasted out of my cock without even touching it, after which we both drank
a can of beer.

Patrick's mum now had to move out & the only place their possessions could
be stored was a store room at the pool for which we all lent a hand, the
boy was crying through part of the ordeal & even more upset at the thought
of some possessions having to be dumped, this ordeal was tearing their very
souls apart & it was this point where I bonded with his 28 year old mum, it
takes a very trusting mother to allow a 13 year old boy a long sleepover
with an adult whilst she temporarily returned to her parents.

All Patrick brought was his spare clothes, boy scout items, camping kit &
his bicycle, between myself & the pool manager's contacts at the town hall,
divorce proceedings were commenced against the husband which weren't
contested with her retaining sole possession of Patrick, I became his legal
guardian & through this trying time I didn't push for him to stop smoking
or put too many ground rules on him, there was also another issue, I was
now becoming seriously homesick for Australia.

Even though I'm English by birth, I am an Australian citizen holding an
Australian passport with a UK certificate of partiality, we spent long
hours discussing the possibility of moving out there, went through all the
pros & cons, Patrick read up all he could about the country & constantly
kept questioning me about Melbourne before finally their decision was made,
we were definitely going.

Patrick's confidence returned in leaps & bounds, he now walked with a sense
of purpose with a real spring in his step, he now started coming out on
early morning runs with me & soon stopped smoking which really brought the
colour back into his cheeks, he played his sports at school well which was
borne out in conversations with the games master but time was never on our
side, all too soon it was time to go, both Patrick & his friends were
crying as they said their final goodbyes.

Our passports together with visas for Sophie & Patrick were ready, our
tickets bought & paid for & the car sold.

We watched the packing case leave on its journey across the seas with what
we considered important having thinned out our possessions & even my
toolkit had been edited down to a simple hand carry box although it was
important to save as many of Patrick's possessions as possible & with him
having to leave his bicycle behind almost tore the boy apart.

The British Airways Jumbo was our home for the flight & Patrick had the
window seat all the way, after over a day we soon landed at Melbourne's
Tullamarine airport to be collected by my father & driven to his
weatherboard house in Avondale Heights where we rested & became our home.


				    (5)

The following morning Patrick was up with the lark, he took a long shower
before having his breakfast & left the house wearing just a vest & his old
school navy blue PE shorts walking with some tools & my Melway street atlas
the 3 miles to the dump at Sunshine to scour for bicycle parts & build his
bicycle, he wouldn't let things like jet lag, mosquitoes or the heat bother
him, but swooping male Australian magpies was another issue altogether, at
times he was almost constantly dive bombed by these aggressive birds which
rigorously defend their nests during the spring & became both frightened &
tried to face them down after quickly learning that they tended to swoop
whilst he wasn't watching.

He returned a very proud youngster as he rode his newly constructed bicycle
into the drive parking it in the garage sporting a short back & side's
haircut, I loved him the way he was especially when he made love to me
whilst on top with his hair dangling in my face & asked him about his
haircut.

He replied. "I've come home, this is a new country & this is the new me."

We both started new jobs, myself with the Honda dealer in nearby Ascot vale
& Sophie in their spare parts department whilst Patrick restarted his
schooling at Essendon High for 3 more years gaining excellent grades in his
VSC's, he looked so smart in both his new uniforms for summer & winter &
when he changed into his new footy kit wearing the school's Guernsey I was
blown away, Australian rules football was now his new game & he was
determined to play it well becoming the school's team captain.

I had so much pride in him when he came out wearing another smartly
prepared uniform with shiny boots, this time it was the uniform with
insignia of 16 flight Australian Air Training Corps based at the nearby
Menin Barracks in Moonee ponds rising through the ranks to become a
sergeant & an excellent teenage instructor who inspired the younger cadets
, he truly was becoming a young man to be proud of & would soon be off on
bush camps which he loved, he gained his Duke of Edinburgh's awards
culminating with gold & winning trophies at shooting, swimming, footy &
athletics for himself, his school & his air cadet unit.

The regular sex between us was no longer about lust but of love between us
& he wanted it to stay that way, I also encouraged him to invite his
friends around & have sleepovers with them which he did often reciprocating
their invites, the final bonds between our families were sealed at our
wedding which took place at St Monica's church in Moonee Ponds with the
birth of our first son 2 years later & Patrick following in my footsteps as
an apprentice at the Honda dealership in Ascot Vale when he left school
with myself as his mentor, the proudest day of his teenage years was his
17th birthday when he drove the car with myself beside him for the first
time with his learners permit in his pocket followed by his motorcycle
learners permit 9 months later.

We also swam regularly at the Queens park Pool in Moonee Ponds where we
both took our Bronze Medallions & worked there some evenings & weekends, it
was on the last evening before the pool finally closed for the winter at
the end of Patrick's first summer in Australia that we both swam alone in
the pool after the public had already left, we swam alone side by side,
stroke for stroke with our pace matching each other perfectly before we
finally exited the water wearing white speedos.

				 The End