ReservedEnthusiast
04-17-2016, 09:30 AM
Here's chapter 6! Part 1 is a little short, but this part sets up for part 2 and chapter 7, both of which are on their way!
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It's time to meet my first friend who is passionate about speedos himself. For my junior year of uni (and the summers before and after), I moved into a house with a bunch of other people, both guys and girls, but each sex had their own floor of the two-story house to themselves for modesty and privacy’s sake. One of the other guys in the house became one of my closest friends. I won’t say his true name, but I also won’t leave him nameless like the other people in my life thus far. He is an important enough person in my life and this path of mine to deserve at least an alias, so let’s call him Aaron.
Aaron wasn’t super built like my friend in the dorm room next to mine. But, he was just as attractive, if not more so, because of his golden tan, sun-kissed hair, and lean definition. He was self-conscious about how “skinny” he is despite the countless times I’ve assured him that I would kill to have his body; honestly, I probably would. From what I could tell just living with him, he had a nicely shaped bottom (more on that later), a defined six-pack, and good shoulders. Plus, he’s only a 30” waist, so he’s much fitter than I am. One of his most endearing traits, though, is his inexhaustible supply of energy. Picture an excitable, friendly puppy that never stops bounding around and having fun every waking second of its life.
Within a few months of moving in together, we’d gotten to know each other more and were on our way to becoming best friends. I learned that he had done the full trinity of water sports in high school and community college: swimming, diving, and water polo. At this point I didn’t know how dedicated he was to still wearing speedos when he swam. But, once we started grocery shopping and hanging out together, that’s when I learned.
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Part 2 is coming soon. :) As always, your comments, questions, and general feedback are welcome in the form of replies or private messages!
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It's time to meet my first friend who is passionate about speedos himself. For my junior year of uni (and the summers before and after), I moved into a house with a bunch of other people, both guys and girls, but each sex had their own floor of the two-story house to themselves for modesty and privacy’s sake. One of the other guys in the house became one of my closest friends. I won’t say his true name, but I also won’t leave him nameless like the other people in my life thus far. He is an important enough person in my life and this path of mine to deserve at least an alias, so let’s call him Aaron.
Aaron wasn’t super built like my friend in the dorm room next to mine. But, he was just as attractive, if not more so, because of his golden tan, sun-kissed hair, and lean definition. He was self-conscious about how “skinny” he is despite the countless times I’ve assured him that I would kill to have his body; honestly, I probably would. From what I could tell just living with him, he had a nicely shaped bottom (more on that later), a defined six-pack, and good shoulders. Plus, he’s only a 30” waist, so he’s much fitter than I am. One of his most endearing traits, though, is his inexhaustible supply of energy. Picture an excitable, friendly puppy that never stops bounding around and having fun every waking second of its life.
Within a few months of moving in together, we’d gotten to know each other more and were on our way to becoming best friends. I learned that he had done the full trinity of water sports in high school and community college: swimming, diving, and water polo. At this point I didn’t know how dedicated he was to still wearing speedos when he swam. But, once we started grocery shopping and hanging out together, that’s when I learned.
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Part 2 is coming soon. :) As always, your comments, questions, and general feedback are welcome in the form of replies or private messages!