Well, it was the end of the day, and Chad was pretty clear I wasn't supposed to leave without touching base with him. I think he made it more difficult on purpose...it was getting late, and I'd make a point of walking in proximity to him, but he'd not engage, and move elsewhere. What was he wanting me to do. Finally I mustered the courage: "you wanted to talk before I left?" "Yes, come on back to the office." He had me sit down in the chair. He was sitting on the desk, with his leopard print bulge right at my line of sight. Was I mistaken, or was he semi-aroused. "you know you could get in trouble for stealing my suit". 'But I didn't steal it, just kept it for a day'. "Whatever, you took it. Go in back and take your suit off and give it to me now." "What am I supposed to wear?" "Well, you like wearing my suit, so here's one for you to wear." It was his white speedo, which always looked amazing against his dark tan skin. The only problem was when wet, it was more than partially see through. I did as he said, walking back in, and to my surprise, the white suit fit me comfortably (but as with his leopard suit, was probably too small for him). He took my black suit and said "you'll get it back when I'm done with it." What did that mean? Days passed. At first, I avoided wearing the white suit and reverted to board shorts - or board shorts with the white suit underneath. Chad showed up the next day with what was obviously my 28" speedo on. I became instantly erect with the thought of him in my suit...was he 'paying me back?' "you like?" he asked. I had to admit "you look amazing in it...uh, but it is a little small, you're barely all in there." "I did this as a gift for you." After a week, he returned the suit. Clearly it had been worn a lot as it was a bit stretched to his form, and had the smell of his body.
I took it home, held it up, imagining him in it, became very aroused. It was only then that I noticed he evidently had been aroused in it as well.
I avoided the pool for several days, and finally mustered the courage to return. Chad acted like nothing had happened. Meanwhile, Larry said he was happy I was back as his girlfriend and her friend wanted to go to a drive in movie that night. Larry had an old convertible, and I felt very grown up in the back seat with a beautiful girl. We left straight from the pool, so it was T-shirt, jeans over my speedo, and a pair of sandals. We brought a blanket to keep the cool night air away, but it also gave us some privacy in the back seat. Turns out she was 16 and more experienced than me. We kissed, started making out, and in short order, I was fully aroused, but fortunately the jeans were over the speedo. Half way through the movie she asked 'do you wear the same kind of suit as Larry?" "Do you mean a speedo? Yeah". "Do you have it on now?" I lied "No..just my boxers". "I don't believe you." With that, she unbuttoned my jeans lowered the zipper to find my black speedo. "I just love these" she said. With that, she started gently caressing me through the suit. I had never been touched by a girl there before, and it was an amazing feeling. What I wasn't prepared for was having to tell her to stop "or else". That just encouraged her. Before I knew it, I had released a large load in my speedo, some of which seeped through the fabric.
"there, all better" she said. I zipped up my pants, not sure whether to be embarrassed, thank her or what. We parted ways at the end of the night with her whispering 'you're cute...I hope we get together again.' My head was spinning. Larry dropped me off at my house, I went upstairs and took a shower and cleaned out my suit. It was quite a mess. As quiet as we were in the back seat of Larry's car, I wondered if he knew what happened....I also wondered if the same thing had happened to him. I knew one thing, I enjoyed hanging out with Larry and Chad as they were lots farther along than me in sexual exploration.
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