Date: Wed, 02 Sep 1998 22:23:04 -0500
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Subject: Speedo's
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True story.  Excuse the spelling.

Speedo's


I've never been attracted to other men, I'm still not. Oh, I realize when
a guy is good looking alright, but I've never looked at a guy and said,
"Oh, he's Key-UTE!" or anything like that.  That's why what Happened to me
a couple of months ago, and what's happened to me since then, is
thouroughly odd.  You could even say queer.

I was on a swim team until I was about 17.  I'm 20 now, so that wasn't all
that long ago, and I still wear Speedo (or actually Arena) suits when I go
to the beach.  That's not too common in the East where I'm from, but it
isn't unheard of.  So when I moved to Ca. To go to UCLA that's what I
wore.  Why not, nothing to be ashamed of.  I've always had a nice body and
it's a shame to waste an opportunity to show  woman what you look like in
your underwear.

I was kind of surprised and disappointed that most women didn't seem very
interested in me at all when I was at the beach.  That's something I'm not
used to, and I'm at least as good looking as most of the guys out there in
the sand.  I put it down to tastes.  Maybe I wasn't what the California
woman wanted, a bit too muscley or my hair too short. I did better with my
clothes on, though, and there was never a dearth of pussy for the old
Ed-ster.

Last summer I'd been here about a year.  I was lying there by the rock
outcropping at the end of L.B. and watched a few people go by.  One group
of obviously gay troopers prancing back and forth.  One of the was wearing
a white see-through Speedo-tpye suit and you could see his little dick
after he came wiggling out of the water.  There was aonther guy with him
who was also wearing a Speedo who wrestled a bit with him and tried to get
his hand down the see-through suit.  There was another guy wearing a
speedo who was laughing at them.  A small group of speedo wearing guys
walked by at that time and hallooed them.  Wait a minute!  All the gay guys
are wearing speedos!  A-HA!  I was embarrassed.  Why hadn't I noticed this
before?  

I thought I would go home or something, sneak out of there or put on my
shorts.  But then I thought, the damage is done.  I'd only been there an
hour.  Might as well stay for a while longer anyway.  I knew what I was,
no need to worry about what other people I didn't know thought about me. 
I settled back down and watched the antics of the ballet troup in the
speedos.  

The group that had walked by broke into two sections.  Two of them sat
down on blankets and two more wandered off in my direction.  As they came
closer they noticed me and waved uncertainly, as if they thought they
might know me.  I waved back.  I was wearing sun-glasses and pretended I
was looking somewhere else as they went by and I saw them looking at me as
they passed close top my towel.  They kept on going and didn't say
anything.

About a half hour later I must have dozed off because one of the duet that
had gone by was sitting on the sand about tweenty feet from my head.  He
looked odd, furitive, and so I snuck a glance at him.  Actually, what he
was doing was rubbing his cock on the outside of his speedo, stoking it up
and down with his finger tips very lightly.  He had one leg up and he
looked up and down the beach to make sure noone was coming when he wasn't
looking over at me.

This was great.  I'd just figured out that everyone thought I was gay and
here is this guy jacking off as he is looking at me.  The guy wasn't even
handsome, just a tall, dark haired guy with glasses, definietly not the
athlete, but thin and maybe 6'2".  I did see that his cock was making a
pretty substancial bulge in his suit though.  As I was looking, the tip of
it poked out of the waist.  The way he was leaning back, the head went
over his belly button.

After the head popped out he looked quickly up and down the beach, then
pulled the suit down in fron until his big dick was entirely naked, then
he ran his finger tips up and down the whole shaft.  I was fascinated.  I
liked to jack off myself and have done it in many unusual places (once I
pulled my pants all the way down at a conference desk in the school
library when a woman was sitting on the other side.  I shot some much cum
I was surprised she couldn't at least smell it or that some of the stuff
hadn't splattered on her), so I could definetly understand the thrill of
pulling out your meat in the sun with everyone walking by.  To my
surprise, I must have been empathizing with the guy and what he was
feeling becauise my dick started to get hard.

I was embarrassed at first and flipped over on my stomach to hide it from
the guy.  He might think I was coming on to him and I'd have to beat him
up to keep him away or something.  I lay there with my cheek on my arm and
my face was to him now.  I didn't think he could see my eyes and where I
was looking but he acted as though he was putting on a show for me.  He
stroked his dick a bit, put his whole hand around it and jacked it up and
down a few times.  It was leaking because in a minute he leaned against
the rock and brought his other hand up and wiped off the top of the cock
with his fingers.  He put them in his mouth and licked them off.

My dick at this time had gotten harder and harder.  It hurt lying on it in
the sand and I moved my ass around a bit to get more comfortable.  I put
my own hand down and pushed the briefs down in front, very slyly so that
he wouldn't know that's what I was doing.  The contact of my naked dick on
the rough blanket sent a shiver up my back.  I lay there and lightly and
slowly humped the ground.  Man that felt good.  I wanted to come so bad.

Meanwhile the guy had his whole hand wrapped around his cock and he was
flapping it up and down against his stomach.  It was making a slapping
noise, I realized tha t it was so loud because it was wet.  That's when I
said to myself, what the fuck, it's not like I'm gay or something, and I
sat up suddenly.  At first my back was to him and the slapping stopped
immediately.  Then I made up my mind and slowly turned until I was facing
him, with my back to the sun and the rest of the beach.

I was still wearing my sunglasses, so he couldn't see where I was looking,
but my dick was still outside my suit.  It was dripping pre-cum and the
whole head of it was wet.

At first he was shocked that I had moved, and when I turned, his cock was
back in his pants and he was looking around as if everything was normal,
he wasn't doing anything.  When he saw my penis sticking out though, he
looked up and down the beach and yanked the front of his suit down over
his massive cock.  For a couple of minutes we each sat there yanking our
meats and looking at what the other guy was doing.  Then, once again, I
said, what the fuck, lets give himn a show.  I lifted my butt up a bit and
pulled the suit entirely off.

It wasn't really dangerous because there weren't that many people down at
this end of the beach and, besides, most of them were of the limp wristed
variety and would rather join in that stop you.  My dick flapped free of
the suit and I slipped it down over my legs.  Now I was totally naked for
this guy and my balls were resting on the hot towel.  I'd never been to a
nude beach then, but I've been since and there is really no freer feeling
that being naked in the sun.  So here I was naked now, and the guy starts
really jerking, pulling up and down the length of his dick, making short
quick jerks up by the senstive head.  I knew how he felt and it made me
horny thinking aboiut it.  To make it even better for him, I decided to
tease him some more.  I had a bottle of sun tan lotion with me and I
squeezed a lot out into my hand.  Then I smeared it all over my inner
thighs with both hands, rubbing it in and moving up my legs until I
reached my balls.  I slathered them in the stuff, I smeared it up over my
cock and took the head of it in my cream filled, hot hand and swirled it
up and down.  The guy was going crazy.  He had forgotten about people on
the beach and was focusing entirely on what I was doing, sliding his hand
up and down at a furious rythym.

That's when I decided to give him a special treat.  Lying down on my side,
I first looked over my shoulder to make sure no one was coming, then I
lifted my right leg, moved my balls forward, and slid my greasy hand back
between my ass cheeks.  I'd gotten my ass rimmed by a very horny woman one
time and had liked it enourmously, but I hadn't done that since.  Now I
took one of my very lubed up fingers and pressed it against my ass-hole. 
Before I tried to put iot in though, I flicked it around the opening, just
like the girl's tongue had done.  Hey, that felt good.  I teased myself
some more and then I pressed my finger to the hole.  I was relaxed and it
slid right in.  The guy had stopped moving now and was just watching me
fuck myself, as I pushed the greasy finger in deeper and pulled it out, in
deeper still, then back out again.  I got it all the way in to my second
knuckle when he started to jack off again.

I stopped and pulled out my finger and took the narrow bottle of sun cream
in my hand.  Taking some more of the oily stuff, I smearing the smooth snd
of the bottle with it.  Then I gently pressed the tip of it against my
anus.  The guy had stopped again.  I could almost sense that he was
holding his breath.  I got a bit of the bottle in and it hurt like hell
so I stopped for a moment.  My dick was still boiucing up and down in
excitement though, so there was no real stopping.  With more
determination, I relaxed my ass and pushed the bottle in as far as it
would go.  Then I pulled it out some to get it more lubricated, and shoved
it in even farther.  It started to feel good then.  It was an odd shape,
sort of a narrow oval, but it fit in pretty well and on the second try it
went in up to the cap.  I hestitated when it was in all the way.  I had
had no idea something up your ass could feel this exciting.  I wanted to
leave it in there the rest of the day.  But I pulled it out slowly.  When
I couldn't stand it any more, I had to have it, I shoved it back in.  That
went on for five or more minutes.  Then I couldn't help myself, I had to
move it faster.  It felt so fucking good, particularly when I shoved it
right up to the cap.  He started jerking again with is eyes glued to me
and I lay back so I could fuck myself and grab my dick at the same time. 
I was oblivious to anyone on the beach now, it was just me, this ting up
my ass, my dick and this other huge meat a few feet away.  Just before I
spewed my cum all over the blanket under neath me, I saw jets of cum
flying out of the tip of the guy's cock, splattering up to his chest and
running down over his hariy stomach.  Then I shot my load.  My ass gripped
around the bottle that was violationg it.  It felt so good, I could hardly
control my shouts and I splashed the blanket, out onto the sand and even
got some on my chin.


Speedo II

Later on, thinking about that first adventure on L.B., I wondered what had
gotten in to me.  Besides the bottle, I mean.  Like I said, I've never
been attracted to men, never gave a thought to having sex with one of the
guys I knew. In fact, one time when a friend of mine and I were drunk and
it was late at night, he had sort of hinted at the possiblity of having
sex with me and I just went to bed.  My reasoning was, and is, that it
must have been the idea of what getting hard and coming feels like to the
guy watching me.

I was bothered a bit about it for a day or so, but then I figured, I knew
what I was.  So what if I had fun doing other things once in a while? I
avoided L.B. after that as being a bit close to home, so I started looking
around for other places to hit the beach.  One place was Laguna beach,
down the road a piece.  It's a good beach, with rock out-croppings on
either end and a good long board walk.  Plenty of women.  Also, I was to
learn, plenty of queers. In fact, one of them told me that 20% of the
Laguna Beach population is gay.

I later found out (which I'll tlak about some other time) that the
Southern rocky area was where all the Speedos hung out, but when I was
first there, I used to sit up by the board walk, in MY racing suit.  It
was convenient because I could lean against one of the pylons and read in
the sun, watching people go by when I felt like it, or ignoring them.

The second day I was there, I was reading _Waiting for Godot_ (I like
Beckett) when a pair of chubby legs dropped over the walk and kicked some
sand on me.  I shouted up at the legs and a face peered over the edge,
looking down at me.  "Oh, hi, I'm sorry!" said the guy.  He started in to
talk at me (I later figured out that he did that on purpose to begin a
conversation), who was I, he hadn't seen me around, where was I from, how
did I like school. From my bathing suit, he must have figured I was gay
like he obviously was, and I pretended to read to get rid of the guy.  He
asked me what I was reading and I told him.  Oh, he said, that's strange,
usually you don't see guys with great bodies reading a book like that, I
mean athletes and all.  

He talked some more, told me about a guy, a young guy, who was just hitch-
hiking around through Ca. Who he'd just helped out the other week.  The
kid had needed a place to stay and so he let him stay at his house which
was just down the beach.  Then when the kid had to leave, he'd given him
some money, 100 dollars, to help him on his way.

I chuckled to myself: The chubby little guy was giving me a veiled
proposition, he'd give me 100$ to go home with him. I decided to have some
fun with him, since he was goiing to bother me anyway.  I said, 100$? 
That's all?  Can't take a taxi across LA with that.

His face was a bit red from leaning over to talk to me. No, it wasn't
much.  He could have given him a lot more.  Oh, yeah, I said, how much
more? Two or three maybe, if he'd done some stuff around the house.  Not
even 500$, I asked.  Well maybe, he said.  Depends on what he would do. 
Well, what would you want him to do? I asked.  He'd have to go back to his
house and look around, see what he felt he needed.  He asked me if I
wanted to go back to his house for a bit to talk and have a drink, "Or
maybe a guy with your body doesn't drink, maybe you'd like orange juice
instead". I thought about it for a second.  I could easily take the guy in
a fight if it came down to that.  There'd be no problems for me that way, I
could leave whenever I wanted.  Maybe I could make a little money or
something, tease the guiy or something for a few hundred.  I said ok.

We walked back up the beach and then north up the street.  We walked up
some serious hill and back a bit from the shore.  His house was a raised
stucco ranch type thing with a big balcony. He had blankets hanging from
the balcony rails so it was almost like sitting in a separate world as we
lay back in the lounge chairs.  He hustled about getting me some OJ and
came out with a tall glass of it for me and a clear drink for himself. 
Gin and tonic, he said.  He didn't have any more damn limes left.  He
clicked glasses with me and said cheers.

We talked a while and didn't get back to the subject of him giving money
away for chores.  I almost started to figure I'd made a mistake and this
was just some lonely guy who paid people to talk to him.  It was getting
hot, though, and he suggested we go in.  He had a VCR and we could look at
a movie or something.  I said sure.

When we got in, he brought a box of videos over for me to lok at.  There
were some standard fair Speilberg garbage, I remember there was "Remains of
the Day" and a couple of other popular titles.  Half of the box, though,
was filled with porno movies.  Did I ever watch one of those, he asked. 
No, I lied, but I agreed, maybe we should put on on and see.  I let him
choose the title and he put it in.  I was sitting on the couch and he had
to rewind the film a bit . He started it and came and sat on the other end
of the couch. He told me he had three different films copied on this tape.

The first film was a budget shag film about some woman selling lawn
mowers. She was hot, but the other women in the film were second rate. 
One woman in the film, though not beautiful, was obviously a horny slut in
real life.  You could tell she was in porn for the first time because she
kept looking off camera and smiling to someone she knew on the set. The
guy she was with in the film was some ugly fucking austrlian dude with a
very large cock that never really got hard.  That bugged me, but I could
tell that the woman wasn't good at giving head.  She looked like a toother
and was moving too slowly.  I bothered me watching her because I knew how
that felt, and it made me feel for the guy.  It also made me horny. What
she needed to do was stop pussying around, grab the thing firmly and
man-handle it to life!

I had pretty much forgotten where I was by then, not paying any attention
to the little pudgy guy (Steve, by the way), just pulled my legs up so I
was sort of hugging my knees on the couch.  I wasn't paying any attention
to him, but when I looked over he was rubbing outside the zipper of his
cut off shorts.  I looked away quickly.  I was thinking I better just get
the hell out of there, this wasn't something I wanted.  Then Steve said,
go ahead and take off your suit.  

That gave me pause.  I remembered why I came here, maybe make a bit of
extra cash, so I said, what'll you give me?  He quickly answered 50
dollars.  50?  What, the price had gone down from the guy he helped last
week?  No, he said, that was just for showing me your body, we can make
arrangements for anything else.  That sounded like a safe bet to me.  I
made him show me the 50 first, then I stood up and slowly slid my suit
down over my knees.  All the way, he said.  My dick had shrunk a bit in
the mean time, but I could feel it coming back to life now that it was
free and had an appreciating audience.  I dropped the suit down to my feet
and kicked it up towards him with one foot.  He took it and sniffed it,
which I thought was a bit disgustig, but to each his or her own.

I sat back down and watched the movie some more.  Stroke your cock, he
said.  Well, hell, I wanted to do that anyway, so I said that it would
only cost him ten more.  What if I want to touch it? He asked.  Oh, that
will be another fifty.  But you can suck me off for free, I laughed.  He
slid over on the couch (I didn't ask him for the money up front, which
turned out to be a mistake in the end) and touched my dick with a cool dry
hand.  I've got about seven inches (this is a true story happening so I'm not
going to tell you I have 10 inches of solid manhood), but his hand looked
small around it as he encirled the head with his fist.  He told me to
spread my legs some more and I did, gratis.  

Then he was roughly squeezing my balls with his other hand as he slowly,
so slowly made little motions upo and down with the fingers wrapped around
my dick.  It felt good and after he told me to go back to watching the
movie, that's what I did.  I was watching a fuck film and jacking off and
I didn't have to move a muscle.  It was wonderful.

I was really digging it and then he all of a sudden stopped what he was
doing, bent down quickly and engulfed my cock in his hot mouth.  Errrr! 
That was good.  He was taking me at my word and he started to lick the tip
of my dick, which was by now salivating furiously.  But it didn't get any
different.  He just licked and licked.  It began not to feel as good, I
was getting sensitive and the rest of my dick longed to feel something.  I
tried to push my hips forward from my position, but he moved his head
backwards and just kept on licking.  I was going to say something, but I
didn't want this guy to hear me begging for him to take my cock in his
moiuth.  Better to be in control, so I took the back of his head and
pressed it down onto my meat.  The head puched against his lips and they
resisted opening at first, but then they parted and the cock went in about
four inches.  Plenty to feel good.

I was going to come soon, no doubt about it.  I wondered if it was part of
his thrill to get a nice juicy load in his mouth because that's what he
was going to get in about three seconds.  Then he stopped and moved away.

I was raising my hips into the air and the mouth disappeared and it was
like taking a swing at something and getting only air.  I dropped back
down onto the couch and was about to say something angry when he told me
he wanted to lick my ass hole.  Oh, I thought, all right.  I dig that,
like I said, some woman had done that to me and it hadn't been done since
then.  I said ok.

He had me get up on my knees on the couch with my legs spread and my
face down into the couch.  Then he squeezed my ass cheeks, kneaded them
and spread them apart.  Then I felt that sensation again as he started to
lick around my hole.  Man, that was good.  I was groaning now, against my
better judgement, and then I felt him stcik the tongue actually into the
hole.  His tongue was enormously long, much longer than this woman's, and
I could feel it tickling around the inside of my anus.  He actually pumped
it in and out and my ass squeezed his tongue tight.  Nothing was touching
my cock but theer were streams of semen dripping onto the couch.  I asked
him to stop, no it felt great, but I had to come, would he please just
suck on me again?  When I rolled over he popped the head into his mouth
and really went to work.  He must have just been teasing me before because
he really knew how to suck.  I felt the sperm aching to come out of my
balls, and then he slid his thumb up my ass hole and wiggled it around. 
That's when I came and I couldn't stop, it just kept pouring and pouring
out of my cock, and he was jacking it and sucking it and taking it all in
his mouth and wiggling that thumb in there good, and then I couldn't shoot
any more and I flopped down on the couch.

That was good, I told him.  You liked that?  Yeah, no charge, I told him. 
He rolled me over and stared to massage my ass and pushed my legs farther
apart, clamping my balls and putting his thumb or finger into my ass.  But
I was tired, all I wanted to do was sleep now, so I wasn't really
responding to what he was doing, just dozing.  That's when I felt his body
laying on top of mine.  He was not a big guy, but he was heavy and he had
sweat a bit so it wasn't entirely pleasant.  I wondered what the hell he
was doing, was he trying to get all mushy and lovey with me or something? 
That's not what I wanted.  I was going to shove him off when I felt
something move against my ass hole.  He had been keeping a finger or thumb
in there, but ow it moved out and there was something more blunt pressing
against me there now.

He said, I'll pay you 300 dollars if you let me fuck you.  No I said. 
Come on, you've done it before.  Actually, I told him, I hadn't and I
wasn't going to get aids for 300 dollars.  But I've got a rubber on, he
said, feel, and he did, one with the receptacle tip. He was pushing and
pushing and the head got in while we were arguing and then I said, what
the hell, three hundred bucks isn't small.  He had me get up on all
fours.  Then he took his dick in his hand (which, depite the small hands
wasn't tiny, but about 6 inches and very fat) and pressed it against my
ass.  I tried to relax as much as possible and he got a good third of it
in the first time.  Then he pulled out and rubbed it around some more and
puched it back in about half way.  Actually, it didn't hurt very much at
all, and on the next try I could feel his pubes tickling my ass. 

He started slowly and then he built up. I was flattened down onto the sofa
by then and he was pounding me into the cushions.  Strangely, since I had
just been so tired, my dick got hard again.  He was hitting that same spot
inside me that the sun tan lotion bottle had been pressing against at L.B.
and it felt great.  I couldn't help it, I started to moan and to push back
against his thrusting. It got faster and faster and I came into the
cushions, even better than the one I'd just had, thick, clumpy gobs of
semen that came right from the base of my balls, the kind that's saved for
the special occasion.  Then he started making a whining noise.  Even with
the rubber on, I didn't want him shooting inside me, but I had no chioce. 
The coming orgasm made him stronger than he was, maybe, because he leaned
against me and the was no moving him.  I could feel the condom get hot and
swell in my ass hole as he fell forward onto my back.  

We lay there for a while.  Then I got my suit on and left.  He wanted me
to stay the night and tried to get at my dick so he could suck it, but I
pushed him away and walked out the door.