[sebbie]

My Reoccurring Dream

For nearly seven decades, I have had this reoccurring dream (fantasy, or perhaps nightmare) that goes something like this. I am in a department or sporting goods store, trying on clothing that I am thinking about purchasing. And one of the items is, of all things, a swim brief! Not just any old men’s swimsuit mind you, but the one I picked out to try on was one that, well, pretty much fulfills all my dreams of what male swimwear should be. Maybe a sapphire blue one with white piping as trim on either side. Not too narrow sides, maybe sides about 3 inches wide. Still, much smaller than anything I have ever worn for swimming to be sure. You know what I am talking about—a classic blue Speedo!

Always there is always a sales clerk there too. Invariably the clerk is young, female, and a bit older than me. She helps me find a brief in about my size and head off to the changing room, which is just a little closet-like structure in with a walk-in door. It is barely big enough to turn around in. Of course there is a stool or seat built into the wall, and a tall mirror on the back of the door. I am about to have my first encounter with a real Speedo! Is this a fantasy or a nightmare? Obviously this is a place I had so longed to be for such a long period of time, and suddenly I am starting to feel quite horny. You know, something is happening down in my groin area that I worry I cannot or will not be able to control. All those gentle but firm and wonderful sensations start cascading through my brain.

Where I am is delightful, and at the same time, a nightmare too of sorts. My childhood dream has suddenly turned into something really scary—as in what if I cannot control myself and suddenly ejaculate all over that NWT blue Speedo I had just picked out. How would I get out of THAT predicament and especially so with the young female sales clerk helping me. This is that weird and wonderful mix of extreme anticipation, a wonderful feeling of now having my penis in balls in the exact place I had always wanted them to be but also a feeling of terror should I accidentally get myself into a situation that I can no longer control.

But still, somehow I manage to remove the clothes I wore into the store, and I am only semi-hard. I am dripping some but I know that I am still in what I consider to be a controlled situation, for now at least. I have not had an accident, so to speak.

Once I am in the Speedo I start to actually calm down a bit. My oozing has not yet left any noticeable wet spots on the outside of the Speedo. I open the door to the changing room and walk out into the store. And, of course, the young female clerk is there to check on how the Speedo fits me.
The clerk says to me “That is OK but it looks just a bit big and loose on you”. I know I had something of a struggle to get myself into the suit I am wearing and my advisor, the sales clerk is telling me the one I have on is a tad too big.

The clerk says “ I think you should go one size smaller, as that will surely fit you better” She hands me the smaller suit and says “try this one on instead”.

I grab the suit, and suddenly start to feel really horny down there once again. My mind is suddenly totally focused on what I am feeling in the groin area. I get into the changing room with the second, smaller suit, and close the door. I pull the first suit off and notice that there are several small wet stains of precum on the cloth front liner, but the outside of the suit still seems stain free. That is good.

But the problem I have is that in the process of getting out of the first suit and just starting to pull on the smaller second suit, I am quickly building quite a hard-on, unlike the dripping semi-hard I had when I tried on the first suit. The tricky part is going to figure out a way to even get into the second, smaller suit. My penis is at least a third larger not to mention much more turgid than it was only a few minutes ago. If I do succeed, I am going to show one heck of a bulge in this second, snugger-fitting suit. And I am really starting to worry that I am on the very edge of losing control, and this worry is only making me bigger and harder, which further compounds the problem I am having.

I get to thinking about the young female sales clerk standing outside the changing room. Being a sales clerk can be pretty boring. Maybe the high point of her work is helping guys who have never before been in a Speedo try one on for the first time, in part knowing that doing so may be an interesting erotic struggle of sorts. Dripping may be a commonplace reaction, and something she has observed over and over when she puts what she says are too big Speedos back on the rack. And serious accidents do happen too, on occasion, and maybe she has seen it all, so to speak.

Somehow I pull myself into the second, smaller Speedo. But I am still under control, even though the bulge I have in the pouch is a great deal bigger than it looked in the previous suit. I still feel like I really want to ejaculate, but the urge to ejaculate is not quite overwhelming—not yet at least.

I open the door of the changing room and walk onto the store floor. The sales clerk is standing right there and she mist realize that in changing suits my bulge is obviously a lot bigger than it was. She says to me “That is how you want a Speedo to fit! I think we have found the exact Speedo for you.”
I manage a weak smile even though the sales clerk is wearing a big grin, and I head off to the counter to pay for my purchase. NO wait. At some point I must have gotten back into my street clothes. Maybe I wear the Speedo as an undergarment (to help me get “used” to the fit and feel of the suit) having paid for it, of course!

And this is how my tight blue Speedo became a source of great pleasure for many years to come. Of course, once I am home in my own bedroom, I can no longer resist the urge to ejaculate in it and fulfill my fantasy. Like I say, this is a reoccurring dream and fantasy! Nowadays of course we all order suits on line instead.