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Hi guys!
I've recently started a tumblr (http://speedosvstheworld.tumblr.com) and have been writing some stories. I'm very intrigued by guys who are wearing speedos in situations where speedos aren't necessarily the norm. Hence, the theme 'Speedos vs the World'.
I typically queue a short story to be posted everyday, and I would really appreciate feedback on them. :)
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Story: Beach Club Promotion
Jake and his friends always loved hanging out at the beach and chilling at beach bars and clubs… When his friends heard of the promotion for the new beach club, they knew they had to take advantage of it. All they had to do was convince their friend, Jake, that it was a speedos-only party.
Jake was very psyched to hear that his friends had invited him to a special beach club opening. His friends had always been really cool and he would absolutely love to spend the day at the beach with them. The only downside was that he had to wear a pair of speedos as it was a speedos-themed party. He was shy about wearing his speedos as they are really tiny but he knew that it wouldn’t be a big deal since everyone would be in speedos as well…
But on the day of the event, he was shocked to find himself being the only speedo-clad person amongst his two friends! As it turns out, it wasn’t a speedo-only party… It was just an opening day at the beach club where there is a promotion: “Bring a friend in speedos and enter for free!”
His two friends got to enter the beach club for free because of Jake but Jake still had to pay as he didn’t bring a friend who was dressed in speedos… Plus he couldn’t change into his clothes without leaving the party as he had to leave his streetwear with the concierge as part of the promotion.
Poor Jake… He’ll just have to make do with all the stares and sexy growls that people made when they walked by him at the beach club.
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Story: Calling the Shots
Tony and Stanley had been friendly rivals since young. When Stanley received a huge promotion at work, he immediately called up Tony to brag about his new executive post and the large salary it entails…
"Tony… With my huge salary, I could buy anything I want. I could even buy you the yacht that you’ve always dreamt of owning."
"Stop rubbing it in… It’s going to take me forever to save up enough to get one," moaned Tony. He had always dreamed of owning a yacht but with a new baby on the way… It would probably take him years to save up enough to get a boat.
"In fact, just to rub it in! I’m going to offer to give you a free yacht! Since you’ve been such a loser in life!" Stanley gently ribbed Tony. They had always been great friends despite their rivalry and buying a yacht for Tony seemed like a good way to fulfill Tony’s dream while getting the bragging rights for it.
"Oh man, Stanley… I would finally be a captain of a boat!" beamed Tony.
"Yes, and you’ll finally be able to call the shots in your life! While I get to call the shots at work all the time!"
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And call the shots, Tony did! On the day Tony received the yacht, he held a party on deck and invited Stanley to be a part of the festivities. But he had one trick up his sleeve.
Just as Stanley was about to board the yacht for the party, Tony went up to thank him for the yacht and to pass him a gift of his own.
"Stanley! Thanks for the boat and here’s a gift that I got you to say thanks."
It was a striped speedo with black, yellow and blue colors. Stanley looked at them incredulously. “What are these for man? I wouldn’t be caught dead in them.”
"Well, you’ve got to wear them to get on the yacht. It’s your personalised dress code."
"But they look ridiculous… I’ll look silly in them!"
"It’s like you said… This yacht is my only chance at calling the shots at life and as captain I demand that you wear them on deck." Tony grinned. It was so satisfying for Tony to imagine Stanley, now a rich executive, being forced to wear something so tiny and ridiculous on the boat that he gifted him.
Begrudgingly, Stanley shed his clothes to put on that tiny speedo. It was the first time he had to wear a pair of speedos. It was small but it was curiously comfortable… As the party went on, Stanley begun to feel less self-conscious about his speedos and just enjoyed goofing around with Tony. They even took many photos to celebrate their friendship and the only place where Tony could call the shots.
The next day at work, Stanley received yet another gift from Tony… It was a framed picture of the two of them hanging out on the boat - Tony in his yellow shorts and Stanley in that pair of striped speedos. Stanley smiled and placed the picture frame on his desk.
Stanley never wore shorts to the beach or on Tony’s yacht again… It was strictly just that pair of speedos.
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Story: Surprise Beach Party
Eddie's birthday was coming up and Chris was determined to throw an epic birthday party for him. Chris first met Eddie when they were both freshmen who joined the university swim team in the same year. Training was tough, and the two of them frequently leaned on one another for support. Spending so much time with one another in tiny collegiate speedos inevitably bonded those two like brothers.
During the weekends, they would often head to the beach for a game of volleyball or a quick swim. But Eddie was always modest and never wore his speedos to the beach for these getaways. Chris was determined to change that and he planned the party around that idea.
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On the day of Eddie's birthday, swim team training was still scheduled. He had wanted to meet Chris for a lunch to celebrate his birthday but Chris had blew him off saying that he already made plans. All alone, Eddie went to the locker room early to change into his speedos. He had intended to do a few laps before training started. However, the locker room was eerily quiet and none of his other teammates were around. Regardless, he changed into his blue speedos and stepped out into the pool.
"SURPRISE!" yelled his entire swim team as they burst out from behind the bleachers. They were all dressed in casual beach attire with Chris standing in the middle of them with a small cupcake in hand.
"You didn't think we would forget your birthday right? We have a picnic planned for you at the beach. Let's go!"
Eddie grinned. Chris came through after all. "Alright, let me go change before I join you guys."
"There isn't time. The bus is waiting for us outside the pool right now. We have to go!"
"But..."
"Hurry!" Chris and a few of the team grabbed Eddie and marched him out of the swimming pool complex and into the bus. Eddie felt so exposed to be leaving the pool in just his blue speedos. He wasn't ashamed of his body but he was just shy that other beachgoers would see him in his small speedos.
Chris's party was going according to plan. When the bus pulled up to the beach, Eddie got out and was the only one at the beach in speedos. He was so far out of his comfort zone. But he was determined to have a good time since it was his birthday. Eventually after a few drinks, Eddie loosened up and began to enjoy his new freedom on the beach. He was doing cartwheels and talking to girls at the beach, having the time of his life.
All in all, Eddie was really glad that Chris had pushed him out of his comfort zone. Being at the beach in a pair of speedos was really liberating. Now he just has to figure out a way to get Chris back for this prank.
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Story: Family Tradition
Bernard was the second brother of four in the Fluox household. He has an elder brother named Alistair, who is 22, and two younger brothers named Cory (20) and David (17). Bernard is really close to his brothers and they share many similarities, such as their love for the beach.
Alistair was the trendsetter of the bunch. Once, he came home with a buzzcut due to shoddy skills from the salon, and it inspired the rest of his brothers to get matching buzzcuts. With the idolisation from his brothers, he had grown to become a confident man.
The Fluox brothers had always worn big dorky boardshorts to the beach during their weekends. On Alistair’s 21st birthday, they went surfing. But the strong currents swept away his boardshorts and left him in just his pair of speedos. His brothers offered to help him find his boardies but Alistair refused. He was confident of himself and didn’t need those shorts to hide his masculinity. He brushed them off and continued to enjoy the surfs that day… setting a trend for his younger brothers to follow.
Bernard had long admired Alistair’s courage. Seeing Alistair’s carefree joy as he swam in the waves in nothing but his speedos was inspiring. His brother’s blue and yellow speedo had small sides and was attracted lots of attention from girls. On a few occasions, Bernard had picked out a nice speedo to wear underneath his boardshorts, intending to shed them to join his brother. But he had always chickened out. But today is different.
It was Bernard’s 21st birthday and his brothers had intended to celebrate the day at the beach. Bernard had chosen a pair of loose black sungas to wear under his boardshorts. It was the most modest pair of speedos he could find, and he was determined to slowly ease himself into it. But once he was at the beach, he was having second thoughts… What if he gets a boner at the beach in the black sungas? What if anyone from school saw him?
"Are you joining us?" yelled Alistair, who was having a game of frisbee amongst the waves with his other brothers. Alistair was wearing a slim pair of blue speedos with yellow accents on them.
"Just a minute!" Bernard replied, fumbling around in his bag pretending to stall for time to pluck up enough courage to shed his boardshorts.
Abandoning the game, Alistair walked up to Bernard to talk to him. “I know just what you’re looking for…” Alistair reached into his own bag and pulled out a pair of blue speedos. They were brand-new and came in the size 30 - which was exactly Bernard’s size.
"What’s this?"
"I knew you’ve always wanted to join me in wearing speedos at the beach. But I figured that you probably don’t have a suitable pair. I picked this up today for you. Go and change in the toilet and hand me your boardshorts when you’re done."
Bernard’s mouth was agape. He was pleasantly surprised that his brother got him this gift. He went to the cubicle and put on the pair of speedos. It was tight on him and fit him like a glove… It was much better than the loose pair of black sungas that he had brought. Feeling much more confident, he deposited his boardshorts and black sungas in the trash before rejoining Alistair.
"Where’s the pair of boardshorts?"
Bernard grinned, “I threw them away. I have no use for them anymore.” Despite wearing so little, Bernard never felt more comfortable in his life. The way the fabric contours and supports his body made him feel really manly.
"Wow. That’s great to hear. But we have dinner plans at the beach steakhouse later… And you didn’t bring any other pair of shorts to wear."
"Well, Alistair. You should join me in wearing just speedos! It will be a new tradition for Cory and David."
And that’s exactly what they did. Alistair and Bernard wore only speedos to dinner at the steakhouse while everyone else in the diner were in assorted beachwear and shorts. But Bernard basked in the new-found attention and most certainly enjoyed his 21st birthday. Everyone complimented him on how the blue color of the speedos made his skin tone look really good.
Now, he just can’t wait till Cory’s 21st birthday next year. Since Cory loved wearing his pair of red and white floral boardshorts, Bernard is thinking that he should be given a pair of red speedos with white prints… Soon, there will be another speedo guy joining the family…
Dooley67
01-18-2015, 01:54 AM
Nich,
I like the theme of your stories as well as the humor you've put into them. While each of the stories focus on speedos in some way or other, for me, the fact that they are in no way graphic in a sexual sense, is a big plus. They're fun to read and written in a really light style. Thanks for sharing them.
D67
Thanks D67! I don't quite like stories that are too sexual in nature either... Look out for the upcoming one on a Halloween theme (if I recall correctly).
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Story: Supergirl and Aquaman
Keenan has been in a committed relationship with his girlfriend, Katie for several years. They first met at a costume party where Katie was dressed as Black Widow while Keenan was in a Hawkeye costume. They immediately hit it off with their common love for superhero comics and became inseparable by the end of the night. One thing led to another and before long, they entered a relationship.
Every year, Halloween was a major milestone for them. They always make it a point to dress in a matching outfit for festivities... Napping them several prizes for best costumes. Storm and Black Panther... Wonder Woman and Batman... But this year it was a little bit different.
Keenan had always had a huge fantasy crush on Supergirl. Something about how Supergirl embodies the perfect girl to date. He's always fantasized about dressing up as Superman and Supergirl with Katie... Just the thought of Katie all decked out in the Supergirl costume brings a huge grin to his face. He decided that this would be the year that this fantasy comes true.
When Keenan approached Katie about the idea, she acted all reluctant. Only after much convincing, she agreed to dressing as Supergirl... on the condition that she gets to pick Keenan's costume. She was in reality okay with dressing as Supergirl, but she figured that this was an opportune time to fulfill her own fantasy of seeing Keenan in a speedo!
She refused to reveal the costume she had picked out for Keenan as she knew that he would definitely back out. Keenan had been a firm believer of boardshorts, and worn them during all their trips to the beach. Keenan always had knee-height tan lines after long summer vacations. Katie was determined to turn Keenan around. Katie had picked out a pair of aqua blue speedos with sequins on them. She intends to pass them off as an 'Aquaman' costume... Keenan would be too distracted by her Supergirl outfit to protest going to the Halloween party.
Just before the Halloween party, Keenan met Katie at her apartment to change into their costumes. When Katie revealed the 'Aquaman' costume to Keenan, he blushed into a deep shade of red. The brief pair of speedos was the smallest thing he had ever worn... He had always been a boxers kind of guy. But a deal was a deal. If he backed out now, Katie wouldn't go to the party as Supergirl and... certainly it was worth it?
Katie looked stunning in the Supergirl costume. Her brown hair really complimented the outfit even though the comic character was a blonde. Reluctantly, Keenan slipped off his clothes and put on his aquamarine speedos and assumed the identity of 'Aquaman'! It was tight-fitting, especially around the crotch but it really provided him with support that no boxer could. While his junk is mildly exposed, he rationalised that it was okay as Katie's cleavage was also slightly accentuated by her Supergirl top. Keenan was going to put on a pair of shorts while he drove to the party, but Katie quickly convinced him otherwise. If Katie had to wear her costume in full to the party, then so should he! But she consented and said she would bring his belongings to the car so that he could change on the way back. While Keenan was making his necessary tucks and adjustments, Katie quietly packed away Keenan's clothes in her room... She's going to feast her eye's on Keenan's sexy body for as long as she can!
Leaving Katie's apartment as just 'Aquaman', Keenan felt really self-conscious. Every slight gust of wind in the air was felt all over his body. Not to mention... the autumn weather wasn't too warm. His nipples were hard before he even entered the car. On route to the party, Katie made it a point to wave and say 'Hi' to nearby cars, which mortified Keenan. He was so worried that they would notice him in his 'Aquaman' costume... and indeed, his suspicions were founded.
At the party, apart from some initial sexual remarks tossed at him, Keenan blended right into the crowd with the eclectic mix of costumes. He also grew more comfortable with his costume, and began to really consider wearing speedos to the recreational pool during his next visit. The outfit was also paying off for him, gaining him more attention from Katie than usual. Her gentle touch left a tingling and lingering sensation on his bare body... leading him to crave for more. Before long, the night was over and Keenan was ready to send Katie back home.
Keenan was about to change into his street clothes, when he realised that his bag wasn't in his car. Katie had a mischievous grin on her face. She pulled on a hoodie and hopped into the passenger seat, waiting for Keenan to get in next to her. Realizing that this is all a set-up, Keenan got into the car, and grinned.
"I really enjoyed tonight. I might really consider wearing speedos to the pool next time. Can you help me get a pair?"
Katie smiled. She knew just the pair to get him: a brief red pair of speedos with 2 inch sides. She can only imagine how irresistable Keenan would look in them. She closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss... But instead, she felt Keenan unzipping and removing her hoodie.
"If I have to head to your house in costume, then so should you!"
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Story: Cancun Speedos
I’ve always worn boardshorts to the beach my whole life. Since young, my parents always dressed me conservatively in shorts at the beach. My friends were also firm believers of boardshorts. Beaches are for fun and games afterall, not for serious swimming. It’s not that I was against speedos. I’ve been a competitive swimmer since I was 15, and have always worn speedos for training sessions.
Speedos are for serious swimming. The way they contour around your body, reduces drag and significantly reduces speed. I would never dream of wearing boardshorts to the pool, and likewise I would never ever wear speedos at the beach. Or so, that’s what I thought.
It was a lovely Saturday and the beaches at Cancun were insanely crowded. I’ve traveled here with my friends on Spring Break, looking to rest my soul and reconnect with this group of friends who I have been neglecting since I’ve started university. They’re one of my oldest friends, and my best friend Marcus was amongst them.
Marcus was pretty much the polar opposite of it. While I had always been into sports such as swimming and soccer, Marcus was always more of an artist… being involved in the orchestra and design club. Due to our different interests, we have been drifting apart as of late and this Cancun trip would be a great opportunity for us to reestablish old bonds.
Right off the bat, we were heading to the beach on the first day. I pulled on my black pair of speedos and a pair of linen shorts. I brought a pair of black with yellow side boardshorts to change into when we got to the beach. I just didn’t like how the material of boardshorts felt on my thighs, and did not want to hike all the way to the beach in them. They also looked out of place. They were meant for fun at the beach… Not walking long distances from the resort to the beach.
We stopped for a small meal at a local diner before heading to the beach. During the meal, Marcus was oddly silent while our two other friends, Darius and Tommy, were speaking really loudly and over one another. It was evident that they were all excited for the trip but yet Marcus seemed reserved. When the conversation died down, I asked Marcus about what’s been bothering him.
"I forgot to pack my boardies, man… I don’t think I can join you guys at the beach."
Marcus had on a pair of denim shorts. Those definitely can’t be worn as a substitute to the water. It’ll take days to dry and it’s going to chaff and cause rashes.
"Don’t worry man, I’ll bring you to get some boardies at the beach. I’m sure there are shops there. They might be expensive, but let’s just take a look after this meal."
So while our two friends frolicked in the ocean, I followed Marcus along the stretch of beach looking for swimwear. There were many shops littering the beachfront and most had an assortment of swimwear for men, ranging from thongs, speedos to boardshorts. The boardshort designs were really classic and made of pretty good material but they were really exorbitant as they catered to tourists. Marcus didn’t bring enough money on him to afford them. On the other hand, speedos were a steal as they were the swimwear of choice amongst locals. With the amount of money he had, he could easily get two pairs of speedos.
I dug through the pile of speedos and pulled out a couple pairs of them for Marcus to look at. “Speedos are really nice too… I wear them during swim training and they are more comfortable than you would imagine, The fabric is good and dries easily… plus you could get two pairs so you can wear them alternately.”
"I don’t know if I could pull it off though…"
I passed Marcus a black pair. “You can’t go wrong with black. It’s a classic color, and you can definitely wear them at pools back home.”
"Well… I usually just wear shorts to the recreational pool. Most guys don’t wear them at the pool anyways."
"If I had to pick one for myself, I would pick a more funky pair since we’re on vacation. This pair looks nice! The print is fun and screams positivity…" I held out a pair of orange speedos with swirls of white all over it. "Or there is a version with black swirls too…"
"Well, I don’t know how comfortable I would be with wearing them since no one else at the beach is wearing speedos."
Marcus had a point. I looked around me but couldn’t spot a single person wearing speedos. They were mostly tourists in shorts and boardies. Even Darius and Tommy were sporting boardies. I’ve always said that Marcus is my best friend and I would do anything for him. Now is time to prove it with my actions.
"You could borrow my boardshorts. I’m wearing a speedo under my shorts right now, that way we could all have fun in the water." After saying it, I felt a tinge of anxiety over me… I’ve never worn my speedos to a beach before. Not to mention, as Marcus had pointed out, no one else was wearing speedos.
"Wow! Juan! You’re a great friend! Are you sure you would be okay with it?"
"Definitely." The beaming look that Marcus had on his face was worth it.
We headed back to our section of the beach where our friends were and I took out my boardshorts for him. Marcus emerged from the changing room with a very happy look on his face. The shorts fit him perfectly. They were slightly tight on me to begin with but looked just right for him.
"You’re a 28?"
"Yeah Juan… they fit me really well. Thanks! You’re a life savior." Marcus did a spin for me. "Shall we head to the sea?"
Bracing myself, I pulled off my linen shorts and felt self-conscious immediately… my black speedos were on display for the whole world to see!
"You look good, Juan! Only you can pull them off!"
I smiled. I’m shy and felt exposed but the smile on Marcus’s face told me that I made the right choice. “Just promise me you would try on a pair of speedos the next time so I wouldn’t have to bail you out again!”
"Only if you can catch me!" Marcus yelled as he made a dash for the ocean. I chased him on foot and began to close the gap. Once we hit the water, my speedos gave me a distinct advantage and I caught up to him. I dunked him several times in the water and we wrestled and laughed. We took many pictures that day, and it was only the first day of a week long vacation!
As the days go by, I was increasingly more confident of wearing my speedos at the beach, while loaning Marcus my boardshorts. Only one other time did we see another guy wearing speedos - a pair of white speedos that turned sheer… It was hardly a sight that I wanted to be associated with as a fellow speedo wearer. On the last day, we were scheduled to hit the beach again but Marcus had a little surprise for me.
"Remember how I said I would try on a pair of speedos if you could catch me?" I nodded. It was just a joke and I had no intention of holding Marcus to it. Unless…
"I went back to the store and bought a pair of speedos. The orange one with black swirl prints." Marcus unzipped his denim shorts to reveal his orange speedos. They looked really good on him and fitted him like a glove. "And… as a thank you… I got you the matching one with the white swirl prints that you seemed to like. You should wear them to the beach with me."
I was stoked! I changed out of my black speedos and pulled them on. They were tighter than my black pair and I had to wriggle my way into them.
"I hope they fit… The lady told me that since we were size 28 shorts that we should get size 26 speedos to get a better fit. They can’t be too baggy or something… And she doesn’t allow exchanges."
"I’m actually a size 30, so these are a little tighter than what I’m used to…" Marcus instantly looked chestfallen. "… but they feel really good and I like them!"
Marcus grinned, “Great! Then let’s hit the beach.”
My junk was well-outlined by the pair of tight speedos and I felt more self-conscious than I did previously. I guess it was a good thing that I had several days of de-sensitization with the black speedos or I would not have the courage to wear them in public. I reached out to grab my linen shorts but Marcus stopped me. “I’m worried I would chicken out at the beach and just wear my shorts into the water. So I was thinking of just wearing the speedos to the beach… What do you think?”
I winced. The beach was at least 200 metres away and that’s two blocks away from the resort. Passerbys would definitely notice my crotch in my speedos. “Alright…” Marcus happily pulled off his shorts and left them in my room. We met Darius and Tommy at the lobby and gave them a huge laugh. It must have certainly been a sight to see Juan and Marcus in matching orange speedos. After giving Marcus several high-fives, they immediately began to draw attention towards my tight speedos. Darius was just pointing and laughing while Tommy was commenting on how I had probably stuffed a sock under there. But all this ribbing was in good fun and I just took it like a good sport.
It was our final day at the beach, so we decided to play a beach soccer game with a wager. It was Marcus and I against Darius and Tommy. If our two friends lost, we would pick out a pair of speedos and they would wear them out whenever our group went to the beach. But if Marcus and I lost, we would have to wear these matching speedos every time we went to the beach. Despite our speedo speed advantage in the water, we ended in a tie… which meant that while Darius and Tommy would become speedo converts too, I still had to continue wearing these tight orange speedos. Darius and Tommy were complaining about the wager and the tie but Marcus grinned broadly and was enjoying the shenanigans. Somehow, I believe Marcus tied the game on purpose…
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A year later, we were back at Cancun. Marcus and I have been waiting for Darius and Tommy to come out of the changing room. Marcus had on his orange speedos but looked way better than a year before. It was obvious that he had been working on his tan. I was dressed in the matching orange speedos with white swirls, all-too-conscious about the tightness of the speedo. I haven’t worn them since our last trip, and I had bulked up over the year.
"So how did you find wearing speedos to be like? I see you have been tanning in them?" I ventured a conversation with Marcus.
"Well… to be completely honest. I have been wanting to try them on since a few years back. I just needed some encouragement."
"So last year… it was all planned?" Somehow, I expected this…
Marcus looked at me with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Hurry up!” beckoned Marcus. Darius and Tommy had been in the changing room for ages, changing into the speedos that we got them. Darius emerged first in a pair of white speedos with red panels on the side. He was really confident of himself and started to flex his muscles in a bid to show-off. Marcus had suggested a pair of white-based speedos to complement Darius’s dark and toned body. Tommy then came out of the changing room, blushing in a deep shade of red. His hands were blocking the front of his burgundy red speedos, which ironically matched his embarrassed face.
In a soft voice, Tommy asked, “I can’t get it to go down…” Examining the problem, the three of us burst into laughter. So much for joking about my tight speedos last year! “It’s nothing some cold ocean water can’t fix!” With that, we raced each other into the ocean and enjoyed the sandy beaches of Cancun once again. But this time, as a gang of speedo converts!
Dooley67
01-21-2015, 12:12 AM
Nich,
Your story was really fun to read with the mischief, the joking back and forth, and especially the friendship between Marcus and Juan. The story is about speedos and friendship and friendly competition with dialogue that is very true to the age of the guys. Thanks for continuing to write.
D67
Dooley67
01-21-2015, 12:14 AM
Nich,
Your story was really fun to read with the mischief, the joking back and forth, and especially the friendship between Marcus and Juan. The story is about speedos and friendship and friendly competition with dialogue that is very true to the age of the guys. And the photos of the guys in all the stories aren't too shabby either! Thanks for continuing to write.
D67
Haha. If it helps, it's because I'm of that age. I'm glad you enjoyed the story! Do share if you have any ideas :)
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Story: Swept Away
I had taken a dive off the pier and splashed into the ocean below. The wonderful sound of the impact ringed in my ears. I let the vibrations course through my body as I headed to the surface. Somehow I had felt lighter. My mood was better as the ocean waves washed away the stress of the past few months.
I had just returned from a tour in Iraq, and the atrocities I've seen... they still weigh heavily on my mind. I wasn't one of those kids that grew up by the beach and went swimming all the time. I was a beginner... Only picking this up because the counselors suggested that a more recreational sport would be suitable. The intrinsic grace of a swimmer contradicted the brutality that I used to immerse myself in during my days as an amateur wrestler. But I can't go back to wrestling for sport anymore... I was tired of fighting. Not after the war.
I splashed around the water some more. I smiled. The taste of salt in my mouth contrasted greatly with the dryness of the sand at the desert. This was a good reminder that there were more things out more. More that I should cherish and savor. I had came to the beach alone. I didn't want any of my old friends to join me. I've changed and they don't know me anymore. I'm used to being alone anyways.
After diving amidst the waves, I decided to head back to the beach to get a drink of water. As I emerged from the ocean, a sudden chill came over me... I realised that the boardshorts that I had been wearing around my waist are gone.
I quickly ducked back under the cover of the waves, checking to see if I had remembered to wear anything underneath. I let out a small sigh of relief. I had searched high and low for something suitable this morning but couldn't find any of my usual trunks. My parents must have thrown them out during my tour. Instead, I had found a small pack of tiny speedos from Italy. My friends had gotten me them as a gag gift for my birthday several years back. They were way too small and showed too much thigh then I was comfortable with, but they would have to do.
Here I am now, in those tiny black speedos, in a vast ocean with many beachgoers around me. I surveyed the landscape. I couldn't see my boardshorts anywhere... I must have lost them when I dove off the pier. I had loosened the waist since it was rather tight. I guess I must have loosened it too much. Everyone around me were in their boardshorts, laughing with their friends and enjoying their family's company... If only I still had people who understood me.
But I can't stay here forever. I have to move on. Get out. I bit my lip and started walking out of the water. Everyone was going to stare as they always have... To whisper amidst themselves... To comment on what they think I've been through. But I still had to go on. Life goes on after the war.
The last few steps were the hardest as my tiny speedos emerged from the cover of water. I looked around... No one seemed to care. There were no pointing or mocking words. I continued to walk towards my belongings. Men played ball games around me, jostling amongst themselves in their shorts. But they paid no notice to my tiny speedo predicament. Perhaps I've been mistaken?
I walked by a mother with her little toddler. The boy looked up at me and pointed. I braced myself for some negative comments. "Soldier! Hero!" The mother smiled and nodded. I nodded back and reached out to touch my dogtags.
Suddenly, it all made sense to me. I had just overcame my insecurities back in the modern world. I had always thought that the world was jeering and examining me... but it turns out that I was just too sensitive. I was too worried about how my family and old friends would react that I covered myself up and pushed them away. But I'm determined not to hide myself anymore.
With a new gait, I confidently walked over to my belongings and took the drink of water I desired. I was not going to conceal myself from the world anymore. And my first step would be to wear these speedos and be proud to wear them!
Bede735
01-21-2015, 07:32 PM
Are the really brief Speedos folded over?
Dooley67
01-22-2015, 01:37 AM
Folded over or not, the guy pictured looks great in the tiny black speedo. I found the story to be very inspiring about how a person begins to come to terms with his past and venturing out into the world after the experience of being a soldier seeing the atrocities of war. You are really a very good storyteller.
D67
Haha. I have no idea if the speedo is folded or not.
Thanks for the comments D67! You're a pretty good writer yourself.
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Story: Gives You Wings Challenge
"Hey boys! Would you guys like some free Red Bull?" asked a gorgeous lady in a sultry voice. She was dressed in a really tight blue mini-dress, and dangled a can of the carbonated drink in front of us.
I looked to my best friend George and smiled. There was no way we would pass up free drinks... Especially on such a hot day at the beach.
"We'll take two!" replied George heartily. He had been my friend since high school and we often hang out together during our free time, talking about work, games and girls. He was practically salivating while his hands were reached out, I just wasn't sure if it was at the drink or at the girl.
"Wow. Two cuties at the beach! Do you guys come here often?" she asked as she reached into her cooler to get the drinks.
"We..."
"My pal, Damian, and I try to come here every week. We like to play sports at the beach." Damn... I got cut off by George. He's always like that with the girls, trying to schmooze them and get their attention. It's pretty sickening but I'm willing to overlook it on account of our history.
"You know... we have a special game today to promote the brand. It's like a scavenger hunt with three tasks that you have to complete. And if you guys complete it... I'll give you guys a card that lets you redeem a 6 pack of them at your grocery store. Would you guys be interested?"
We're supposed to go for surfing lessons today and we were all dressed up for it. George was wearing a pair of black boardshorts while I had on a pair of faded green shorts. The lessons start in 30 minutes and we do have some time to kill.
"Sure. We have 30 minutes to spare! Would that be enough?" I quickly answered, not giving George any chance to cut me off.
"That's great! Now there are three other Red Bull girls scattered around the beach... Find them, complete their task and bring me a coupon from them. I'll then give you your free cards. Sounds good?"
"Now... the card you mention... does it have your number on it?" George grinned cheekily. The unabashed flirtation is nauseating.
"Maybe..." smiled the girl at George's comment. But at the last second, I see her eyes gaze at me. Those beautiful blue eyes... Set against those perfect blond curls...
"Damian! Let's go! The coupons aren't going to collect themselves. The first station is over there." George smacked me on my pectoral muscles. I snapped out of my trance, and notice that the girl is sniggering at my obvious daze. George pushed me in the direction of the first station and we jogged towards it.
A brunette was manning the first station which was called 'Gives You Strength'. Several guys were doing really weird things around that station. Some were punching several punching bag set-ups, while others were doing push-ups on the floor. Eagerly, George approached the brunette and asked for our tasks. She handed him two slips of paper, of which he randomly handed me one.
Mine read, 'Red Bull makes you strong! Do 30 push-ups to complete this task.' 30 push-ups are no biggie. I drop to the push-up position and began counting off. When I was done, the brunette handed me a coupon and asked me to head to the 'Gives You Courage' station. I looked at George but he was still doing his rep.
"I got a 100! You lucky bastard." George gritted his teeth and continued his push-up. I couldn't help but chuckle at his predicament. I only wished the hot blonde girl was here to witness him struggling. After several long minutes, George was finally finished and got his coupon. He could barely jog and so we decided to slowly walk to our next station.
The 'Gives You Courage' station had the sweetest looking ginger I've ever seen. Her station set up was different with a mini bar set up and a changing room. A set of hangers outside the changing room held weird items like diving flippers, googles but also clothing such as t-shirts, singlets and shorts. I notice the curtain of the changing room pull back as a guy walked out in a pair of blue shorts. The guy handed over a bag of his belongings and the ginger passed him a coupon. Once again, George reached forth to get our tickets while I was distracted. He read the first ticket, grinned and passed it to me.
It read, "Red Bull gives you courage! Change into something we picked out to complete this task. (M16)". I wonder what that meant. I looked over at George and he was furiously drinking the shots off the mini-bar. I guess that must have been his task.
"Excuse me. What does M16 stand for?" I asked the ginger manning the station. She reacted with a brief look of shock and then smiled all-too-happily.
"It means you're about to make a lot of people happy. I'll give you the bag with something in it. Change into it and keep all your current belongings in the bag. I'll pass it to you when you complete the whole task." she motioned to the changing room, which was empty. I took the bag over from her and noted that it was suspiciously light. I wonder what it contains.
I went into the changing room, and pulled the curtains behind it. I peered into the bag and noticed a piece of checkered fabric. Please, please let it be a swimcap. But as I took it out, I realised it was a pair of tight speedos. Okay, it's no big deal. I'll just wear them under my green shorts. I pulled off my green shorts (yes, I was going commando) and slipped on the speedos. They were form-fitting and ironically felt really good for a clothing that is so widely scoffed at. I pulled my shorts back up and exited the curtains.
George had already gotten his coupon and was waiting for me. I went over to the ginger but she shook her head at me. "Sir, you have to only wear the item in the bag."
"But..."
"Did you really get a pair of speedos? Cassie was just telling me over here." Cassie? They were already on first-name basis? George and I used to mock those people in speedos at the beach. I would die if he saw me in a pair.
"Sir, you need to remove your shorts and deposit them in the bag."
Before I could negotiate, George grabbed my waistband and pulled off my green shorts. A loud ripping sound was heard and my shorts were just reduced to a scrap of fabric in his hands.
"Oops." grinned George sheepishly. I was beyond embarrassed. For one, I'm standing at a busy beach in just this pair of tight speedos and now my shorts are ruined and I have nothing to wear for my surf lesson later.
"That works too! You can keep the speedos by the way... I think you would have to." replied Cassie as she handed me a coupon.
George apologized profusely while we headed to the last station, but I was having none of that. Everyone I knew frequented this beach and they could spot me in this tiny garment at any moment in time! An apology just wasn't going to cut it. The third station was named "Gives You Endurance". As a peace offer, George offered me the first pick of the two task tickets. I still refused to talk to him but I took the tickets from the attendant.
"Red Bull gives you endurance. Endure an upper body wax to complete your task!" Sure enough, there were several waxing chair nearby with screaming men on them. The other ticket said "Red Bull gives you endurance. Hold your body in a plank position for one minute!" I chuckled. The choice was obvious to me. I passed the waxing ticket to George and went to the other side of the station for the planking task. I chortled a laughter as I heard George go 'WHAT?'.
After my easy task, I went to check on George in his waxing chair. George was a hairy guy and strips of hair littered the chair with his torso being covered (or rather uncovered) with patches of smooth hairless-ness. George's face was in agony and I couldn't help but laugh at his situation. My checkered speedos didn't look so stupid now. In fact, they were really comfortable and I had forgotten that they were there in the first place. A scream was heard and I realised that his nipples were now hair-free zones. A few minutes later, his entire torso was clean.
"Are we even now?" George ventured. Indeed, his task was much more horrible than the task he subjected me to. But just as he was about to leave the chair, I thought of something evil.
"Don't forget the armpits. They're on the upper body too."
George groaned audibly, in contrast to my wide smile. Wax strips were applied to his armpits and the hair there was quickly disposed off. "Now we're even." I smiled.
Looking at the time, we only had five minutes till the start of our surf class. We got our tickets and dashed back to the blonde Red Bull girl. The speedos made the run really aerodynamic. She smiled when she saw us and handed out our cards.
"I see a lot has changed in the last thirty minutes..." she smirked.
"Yes, I've been groomed and my friend is now not wearing pants!" quipped George. The speedos were way more comfortable than pants. If I could have my way, I would probably wear them all the time now.
When we were heading for our lesson, George flipped over his card and groaned. There was no number on there. "Guess she didn't like me afterall," pined George.
I looked down at my card, and three words read back at me... "Love the speedo. Jessica XXXXXX-XXXXX". I smiled and vowed to never wear shorts again.
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Story: Student Exchange
During the summer of 2014, I went on a student exchange programme to Rome, Italy. It was just several weeks long but it was an experience that I would definitely remember. My grandparents were from Sicily and this trip felt like a genuine way to connect with my heritage. The people at the school were really welcoming and I particularly connected with Angelo, the vice-chairperson of the Exchange Student's Society.
The Exchange Student's Society was a student society set up with the sole purpose of integrating exchange students into the culture of the university and the people. They would bring us to the zoo, or wineries around the town... basically giving us an insider's look into their typical lives.
During the third week, Angelo organised a pool party for all the exchange students. I was really excited. The weather was very sunny and this would be a good time to tan on a pool chair and just enjoy the sun.
The day before the party, I chanced upon Angelo while heading to class.
"Hey, Romeo. You're coming tomorrow to my party?"
"Sure! I'm definitely going. Do you need me to bring anything for it?"
"I've got everything taken care of. I throw this party every year! I have to go for class though, remember to wear your slippini!" Angelo muttered as he dashed off to class.
Slippini? What's a slippini? I took out my phone and did a quick search. Pictures of guys wearing speedos with really small sides flooded my screen. Wow. I knew Europeans wore speedos at the beach, but I didn't know that Italians would go that far. Back in the US, I typically wore boardshorts like everyone but I guess when in Rome... you have to do what the Romans do. I'll just have to head to the mall after lessons.
I found a small boutique store at the mall that sold slippinis. They were pretty affordable, and I decided I was going to purchase two pairs. I tried on a black pair first, and I realised that they were surprisingly really comfortable. The fabric gently lifted my crotch while giving me the sense that I was naked. It was almost as if I was going commando. But the coverage of the material necessitate that I do some grooming before the party tomorrow. I tried on several different colors and went with the black ones and a pair of red ones.
Before the party, I gave myself a little trim around the nether regions. I tried on the two pairs of speedos I bought and admired myself in the mirror. The red pair was more urban but the black ones were definitely classic. I decided that I would go with the black one for the party.
At the party, Angelo told me to change and leave my bag in his bedroom before joining the rest. I noticed that he was just wearing shorts but I didn't probe further. He probably would change into his slippini later too, I just wondered what color they would be. I changed into the black pair of slippini and locked the door behind me as I left. This was the first time I had worn speedos, much less something this brief. I left the keys on his counter and headed into the backyard to join the rest.
Everyone turned to me as I entered and burst out into cheers and wolf whistles. They weren't in slippini like me! I was mortified.
"Angelo! You told me to get these slippini for the party!"
"Romeo! I said slippers... not slippini!" Angelo laughed. And so did everyone. "It's okay! There really is some Sicilian blood in you... Only people in Sicily wears slippini."
I blushed. Oh man... Way to hear something wrongly. It was definitely an embarrassing situation but I decided to just enjoy my time in the sun. After all, I was better able to tan in them compared to the rest.
Dooley67
01-23-2015, 05:16 PM
Nich,
You certainly have a knack for keeping the reader in the dark until the climax (pun intended) of the story, although I have to admit, I sensed what the conclusion would be but didn't expect the play on words to be the basis for it. I really like the way you inject humor into the stories so that they remain very light and enjoyable to read. Are these from a collection you've already written or are you creating them day by day? Either way, thanks for writing.
D67
Pluto
09-29-2016, 07:05 AM
I've just read the story "The Bachelorette" in your blog and enjoyed very much. Does it belong to you? If it does I would like to give some feedback.
Hi. I am indeed the writer yes. :)
Pluto
10-03-2016, 06:40 PM
Hi. The story and the picture togather are very provocative and inspirational to dream how far Mindy will force the guys to do sömething for her.They are in her palm and in some kind competing situation. There are a lot of possibilities. Don't you think to write more chapters following? Sure so many enthusiastics will be happy. Thanks again for this excellent fiction.
SpeedoIan
02-11-2017, 05:30 AM
Hi ... great blog! Do you, or anyone, know what the stunning very narrow sided hip hugging speedos are that appear in a lot of the photos there? I know there are Neptune Scepter, Aussiebum, Desmiit, etc. But these, often plain black, super small , about 1" narrow sided suits, are hot, and I want to buy some. They are generally worn by guys in these pics with smallish packages, but boy they look sexy! You don't need a huge package to look sexy. I don't have one. Any idea what these suits are?
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