Simply Red

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Simply Red
Part 1
It's difficult growing up in an isolated community like a small town or a village. Once you start school at 5 you seem to know everyone and everyone knows you. Roland still remembered the boy who had been caught stealing sweets at the grocery store when he was 12, he been taken home by the village policeman and the headmaster had given him the cane in front of the school at assembly the next day. Everyone seemed to find out if anyone did anything different and they'd all remember, if you had a secret you kept it to yourself. When Roland was 15 a boy went into the chemists and tried to buy condoms, the boy hadn't actually had a girl friend but word got around and for a while parents with daughters would look upon the boy as some kind of a threat or pervert and stop their daughters from seeing him.
In the centre of the village was a row of shops, you could buy anything you needed there but there was never much choice. The outfitters sold school uniforms for the primary school and the boys and girls secondary schools. The secondary school boys wore white short sleeved shirts and black knee length shorts, the climate was usually warm or hot and they were more comfortable in shorts. For PE and football they wore black knitted polyester knee length shorts and a black shirt with a white stripe matching the school tie they rarely wore. The football shorts had an inner liner but everyone wore their underwear under their football shorts anyway.
The school had a small 10m swimming pool, in the term leading up to the summer holidays the boys had to do swimming training, the village was on the coast, years before a few boys had drowned in the sea during the holidays, every boy in the village was taught to swim and made to practice. The school made boys wear speedos when the swam in the school pool, it was something to do with the filter system. The village outfitters only stocked speedos in black.
Strangely no one ever wore speedos on the village beach, they tended to wear their black football shorts on the beach and in the sea. Then they walk back to the village in the beige or green cotton knee length shorts and tee shirts the outfitters supplied.

Roland was now 19, he'd left school and was an apprentice at the plant, learning to maintain the machines that cleaned and packed fruit for export. It felt good to calmly unblock and restart a machine when everyone around him was panicking over lost production. He worked hard, was learning fast and was generally well regarded. At weekends Roland would go down to the beach and swim in his black knee length football shorts, but without underwear. He remembered the free feeling of wearing his speedos in the school pool, of seeing the other boys in their speedos underwater through his goggles and wished he could wear his speedos on the beach, but someone would notice and everyone would know.
Sometimes coming home from the beach and finding his home empty he would try on his old school speedos and enjoy how tight they felt around his waist and crotch. He'd grown out of them really and could see the stitching stretching as he wore them, looking in the mirror he liked the way they fitted over his slim muscular body, he disliked the whiteness of his legs between the speedos and the tan lines around his knees but he enjoyed watching his bulge growing, fighting against the tight yet stretchy fabric. He knew that at some point he'd have to pull his cock out and play with it until he found relief, but delaying and holding off that moment was just so satisfying.

This was Roland's secret, he didn't have a girlfriend, he certainly hadn't found any men he was attracted to but he just loved wearing his speedos and would just shoot a fountain of hot cum when released. Even more secret than his old black school speedos was the thought of wearing red speedos in an even briefer fit. They didn't sell red speedos at the outfitters, even if they did everyone in the village would know if he bought them. If he tried to buy his dream red speedos by mail order his parents would see the parcel and ask questions or the postman would tell every one that he had received a parcel and everyone in the village would want to know what was in it.