[raymcc]

We flopped on the beanbag chairs and listened to music. I was in a state where I didn't know if I was dozing off or just really stoned. Sean and Bill seemed amused. I must have closed my eyes, the rest is foggy.

Evidently Bill said it was only fair that we both try speedos on so he could get a look given that we had already seen him. Sean had asked me to wear my striped one, but I didn't want Bill to know that, and wasn't about to just drop my jeans and have him know I was already wearing one. Sean, ever the uninhibited one, as best I can recall, stood up, pretended to do a ridiculous 'strip', and dropped his pants. Bill: "Wait, you wear these all the time?" Sean confessed. "I wear them a lot under my pants, I really like how they feel, and it's kind of a turn on. Bill said 'well, turn around, let me take it all in'. Sean did, and Bill clapped and did a 'bravo'. "OK Ray, it's your turn. You need a suit or are you wearing one too." I was embarrassed. They were both older, and more developed. Suddenly I felt like a little boy compared to these guys two years older. "Bill, we need to all be in the same condition. You go first." "Well, you've already seen me." "Yeah, but I think all three of us should be in the same boat." What I really wanted was to see Bill near naked again. He took off his jeans, and as best I can remember was a bit turned on. Suddenly I panicked. "uhh, I don't think I can do this." 'We'll help" they said in unison. They looked at each other, nodded, and before I knew it, they had tackled me. Sean had me in a headlock. Clearly they were playing, there was no real risk...on the other hand, they weren't going to let me off the hook. Bill took his large muscular hands and grabbed me by the belt, tugging my waist. He unbuckled me, undid the top of my jeans, and as luck would have it, my zipper got stuck. The three of us were so stoned it was pretty funny. Bill then slid one hand inside my pants and worked the zipper from both directions. I became immediately aroused. "o shit" I thought. He tugged the zipper down, and yanked the pants down to my ankles. "Hey Sean, you were right, he's quite the specimen". Sean still had me in the headlock, and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. 'ok guys, you can let go now' "Not so fast...now that we're all Speedo fans, let's enjoy them." Bill moved forward, thrusting his speedo clad package against mine, and began sliding the two suits together. "Hey, are you meaning to do this?" (was I stoned, sleeping, or was this really happening)?

Bill then put his hands down the front of my suit and pulled the strings out. "Dare me?" "uhh...no" Bill: "I wasn't talking to you. Sean, should we expose him?" "Sure, let's go for it."
Bill slowly pulled the strings and loosened the front of my suit. By then, I could tell Bill had a raging hard on, and a wet ring had formed on his speedo. Sean teased him 'o real nice, messing up my suit'. "oops" Bill offered. Bill slowly pulled my suit down. My heart was pounding. Sean than said 'if any of this isn't comfortable, just say so. you're a grown up, but we don't want to do anything you're not interested in.' I paused and said. "it's fine, I trust you guys...you can do whatever we all want...if it gets uncomfortable, I'll tell you to stop.' With that, Bill moved forward and straddled my leg, so his manhood was pressing into my thigh. His dick wasn't as long as Sean's (I didn't know anyone whose was), but it was the thickest I had ever seen. I wondered if girls every said 'no way!' It must have been twice the size around as mine. Slowly he started rocking back with the full pressure of his body at the intersection of his groin and my thigh. He then leaned forward and cupped my balls. Sean had long since let the headlock go, and laid down beside me, with our faces just inches away. Bill then did the same to Sean. Pulled the strings, and lowered his suit. "Sean, your dick if fucking huge" Bill offered. "Well, it's long, but yours beats me in the girth department." Sean then whispered to me. "you OK?"
My response: "I've never done this before. Only been with girls, but so far it's fun." Sean then came forward and pressed his lips to mine. They were soft, full, and his breath smelled like the combination of beer and grass. "I love your pecs and every time we're in the pool, I look forward to running my arm across them"
He ran his hand down, circling my pecs, and then leaned forward and put my left nipple in his mouth. I felt a rush in my groin. He sucked and then gently nibbled. It was making me crazy. He then moved to the side and ran his tongue down the center of my chest down to my navel. Bill meanwhile slowly slid one hand behind each of my butt cheeks, positioned himself between my legs, and then lifted my knees up and place them on his incredible shoulders. I felt entirely vulnerable. He leaned forward, met Sean's face and kissed him deeply. Then he arched his back forward and started circling my balls with his tongue. Sean then said 'hey, wait for me'. He leaned down, and slid his lips down my cock, sucking with passion. Bill repositioned himself and straddled my ankle. My foot was up against his ass as he rocked. He undid the string to his suit, and the glistening bead of precut made the top of his dick very shiny. He went from licking to sucking my balls, and then used his thumb to apply pressure to the area under my nuts. That was it. I started to writhe helplessly. Bill responded by shooting a huge load that hit Sean in the head, and shot over his body to land on my face and the beanbag chair. I came in waves, jerking. Sean than took his speedo and began stroking himself. Bill insisted on taking over. The sensation of nylon on Sean's cock sent him into orbit, spraying past me over on to Bill.

The next thing I knew, it was 8:30 am, I was laying on the beanbag chair with my jeans on and my speedo up and tied. The button was undone, and the zipper was only half down, and I was covered by a blanket. Sean was in his bed slowly waking up. Bill was nowhere to be seen. I was still a bit stoned and tried to gather my thoughts. I had an early morning boner, and reached down to feel, not surprised to feel some pre-cum. What had happened? Did anything happen? "Hey Sean, you awake?" "yup...come over and say 'hi'". I buttoned my jeans and stepped over to the bed and rubbed my eyes. "Great evening, eh?" You seemed to enjoy yourself last night. "Sean, do you remember everything that happened last night?" "Ha, no, but sometimes that's just as well." "Where's Bill?" I asked.
"I dunno. Go into the living room, that's the last place I saw him." I went into the living room to see the Greek God splayed across the sofa, still in the too-small speedo. His eyes popped open. I laughed "Seems you've become a convert.' "Well, I might want to get one that has more room for my tool, but this seems to work well. On the front was a dried stain where the head of his dick must have been. "you enjoying the view?" "O shit, sorry" "hey, nothing wrong with a little appreciation...by the way, your body was made to be in a speedo, you can turn on any girl or guy."

I drove home in the morning, desperately trying to sort out what had happened - or didn't. The thought of Bill humping my leg through his speedo was a huge turn on, even if it had only been a dream. Is that why my left ankle is stiff this morning? In the dream, Sean had played - nibbled - on my left nipple. I reached into my shirt and felt. It was hard and tender, but so was my right nipple. Do I ask Sean about it when I see him next Thursday, or leave the whole thing alone. One thing was for sure. Bill now loved being in a Speedo too.