[raymcc]

It was Tuesday around 4pm when my phone indicated an incoming call from Sean. "Hey mate, how you doin? I'll see you on Thurs, but just came across two tickets for a concert on campus Friday night at the rec center, should be a blast, want to go?" I had a date on Sat, but thought Friday sounded like great fun. "sure". "Well, it might be late, and maybe you want to plan to spend the night so we can have a few beers or a smoke." I told my parents, and got the clearance.

On Thursday I headed to the class. Part of me wanted to show up late just to see how Nancy and Sean would handle it. I wore the yellow speedo. First time in public. Walking towards my seat in the bleachers, Nancy commented...'nice new suit, you're getting a speedo wardrobe!' "yeah, well, it gets boring otherwise"
"Well" she said "I wouldn't get bored if you wore the same suit every day." Sean dashed through the door, bounded up the bleachers and planted himself next to me, also saying 'hi' to Nancy. "Sorry Nancy, I've got dibs on him today...that is unless you two have already made other arrangements." (we hadn't). "Uhh, no, but I had hoped to have him as my partner." she said.

We hopped in the water and ran through what was becoming successively more challenging exercises. My strength and endurance from the swimming season proved an advantage. Sean was struggling, it was obvious, and in small ways I tried to help him without being patronizing or having the instructor notice. A few flutter kicks under the water to help propel him. Struggling with less force. It was obvious to Sean 'you're in such better shape, thanks for helping me out.' He was a good guy, I was happy to.

We popped out of the pool. Fortunately I was so busy helping him that the contact wasn't 'stimulating'. However, it was the first time I was in a suit that was light colored, and when looking down, realized it was largely see through. I quickly pulled the suit away from my body, letting air. But from the stares (was I being too self conscious?) others seemed to notice. Nancy laughed 'well, you look great in that suit...and even better through the suit! Did you know it was so revealing when you bought it?' "No, hadn't a clue. Seems I'll be wearing it under shorts from now on."

Sean thought this was hilarious. "of course I knew it was a bit revealing. Why do you think I gave it to you?" "you fucker" I laughed back. "Thanks for showing my junk to everyone here." "My pleasure mate". We finished, headed to the locker room, and he asked if he could have a ride back to his apartment. "no problem". Him: "hey, about tomorrow night. Do me a favor. Wear you black and yellow striped suit under your jeans." it seemed an odd request...or a signal he had plans in addition to the concert? "C'mon over to my apartment around 7. My roomies are going to. You can meet them and we'll head over together." Sounded like a good plan.

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On Friday, I put the black and yellow striped suit on, and got hard at the thought of the night ahead. Jeans, shirt and sweatshirt, with a light jacket. Knocked on Sean's door and could hear some male laughter inside. I went in and there were two other guys. One, a short, slightly chubby guy. The other very much a gymnast type - good guess, he was. On the varsity team, and built like a rock. We said our hellos, and 'gymnast guy' asked if I was the guy Sean like to hang out in speedos with. I tried to contain my shock. What did he mean? Sean jumped in "you gymnasts are up tight. You'd rather have us swimming in baggy board shorts? have you ever even tried a speedo on?"
"No effing way" he responded. The short chubby guy said he'd meet us at the concert and left. With the concert not beginning for an hour, we had some time to kill. Gymnast guy (Bill), started razzing us again about about speedos. Sean "you're protesting too much. I think you'd better try one on." With that he went in the drawer and threw a solid red suit to Bill. "put up or shut up." Bill 'bit'. I was stoned and couldn't believe it. He took off his shirt to reveal huge muscles. Sean urged "keep going". He dropped his pants and was just standing there in his boxers. "Keep going". He dropped his shorts and was now standing near us completely naked, looking every bit the Greek statue. Perfect everywhere. Sean threw the suit to him. Bill pulled it up his legs, but it was at least two sizes too small. Barely covered his crack, and his package was absolutely jammed inside. "how do you guys wear this without fear of a boner?" "Well, it happens" I offered. "Which way are you supposed to put your dick?" "Any direction you want it. I usually point mine down, but Sean wears it to the side." Bill pointed it down, and either it was my imagination or reality, but it seemed like he was getting aroused.

Sean urged him to wear it all night under his jeans. Trust me, you'll love the feeling. Bill agreed, put his clothes back on, with just his boxers left behind on the floor. Off to the concert we went.

We proceeded to smoke a few joints. I was getting very stoned as were the others. The concert was great, and it made me super exited about heading off to college next year. After the concert, we dropped by a burger joint, the three of us ate, and Bill commented "I guess I'm getting used to these speedos...they are a bit tight though. 'They'll stretch to fit you" Sean assured him. After burgers they stopped by a convenience store and bought a six pack and we headed back to the apartment. There they lit up again, and we cracked a few beers. By now, I was wasted.