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.

[Roswell]

Very nice! More please!

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Part 2
Mr Grubber lived across the road a few doors away, he was a newcomer to the village and was treated with apparent respect but was disdained by the locals. He'd always had a smile and a wave for Roland as they passed in the street. Mr Grubber rode mountain bikes, they were popular in the state but had not caught on in the village. Kids rode BMX bikes but outgrew them and walked until they were old enough to buy cars. Mr Grubber on a mountain bike was tolerated but only because no one could find anything wrong with it however different it seemed. He tended to wear a colourful cycle top, slim fit tracksuit bottoms, a cycle helmet and fingerless gloves when cycling around the village, nothing shocking that anyone could complain about.
On a couple of occasions Mr Grubber has asked Roland if he'd like to cycle with him, to ride over the hills and away from the village, Roland had always politely refused, it was the “village” thing to do, but today Roland had been on the beach, had swum in his black shorts and was thinking only of pulling on his tight black speedos and the pleasures they'd bring. He was a bit annoyed that Mr Grubber should approach him in the street and draw attention to him, being annoyed and a bit sexually impatient he blurted out “Oh yes, if you really want to!” before he'd realised what he done.
Mr Grubber stepped back in the face of Roland's sudden show of aggression then looked confused as it sunk in that Roland had actually said yes.
“I'll get everything ready” said Mr Grubber “Come around about half nine in the morning”
Rolland had rushed into the house, stripped off his clothes and pulled on his undersized black speedos, they felt and looked so good on him and going through the motions brought him pleasure and he quietly forgot about Mr Grubber.
The next morning Roland was still asleep in bed when his father awoke him knocking on his bedroom door. Roland had slept in his speedos and as he awoke went instantly into cover up mode.
His father told him that Mr Grubber from across the road was at the front door and was expecting Roland to go on a bike ride. Roland still half asleep tried to tell his father that he didn't want to go and to tell Mr Grubber to go away. His father told him it was up to him to tell Mr Grubber to go away as Roland had agreed to go on the bike ride.
Roland had pulled on his black football shorts over his speedos and a white tee shirt and staggered to the front door to face Mr Grubber. The shorts still slightly damp from swimming in the sea the day before clung to his legs and crotch.
Mr Grubber was standing at the front door in his usual cycling clothes, he looked cool and refreshed, still half asleep Roland felt dreadful. “I've come to take you for the bike ride,” said Mr Grubber “You'll feel better once we've got started.” Roland could sense his father standing behind him, it might be best to get out of the house as soon as possible rather than face his father's annoyance,
“I'll get my shoes” said Roland.

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Part 3
Roland's trainers were in the kitchen, he'd left them just inside the kitchen door the night before, on the way there he stuffed a hand full of biscuits into his mouth, crunched them up and seeing an open bottle of milk on the table he emptied it down his throat to wash down the biscuits. Breakfast!
Luckily there was a clean pair of his white socks on the kitchen airer, Roland was able to pull them on then squeeze into his trainers and get out of the back door before either of his parents could complain.
Roland crossed the road and headed for Mr Grubber's house, there were two mountain bikes on the front lawn, both had front suspension and hard tails (no rear suspension), one of the bikes was a lot shinier and newer than the other. Each bike had water bottle in a cage and a cycle helmet with a pair of fingerless mitts inside hanging from the handlebars, Mr Grubber wearing his usual cycling apparel was holding a small back pack in each hand, he handed one to Roland saying “You can carry the lunch.”
They both quickly put on the packs, helmets and mitts, then mounted the bikes and rode off down the road.
Roland hadn't used a bike with gears before but as they rode through the village Mr Grubber explained how they worked and let him run through them one click at a time. Reaching the edge of the village they took an old underused track that started to climb into the hills surrounding the village and the farms around it. As Roland pedalled his way up the hill he realised how important the gears were as he clicked his way down through them. The hard work and fresh air was beginning to wake him up and clear his mind as he looked down on the roofs of his community. He watched Mr Grubber riding ahead of him and put in a little extra power to catch up and stay right behind him. He realised he was actually enjoying himself.
They climbed a long way, Roland lost track of time, he began to sweat, his tight speedos began to cut into him painfully, his long football shorts kept snagging on the saddle, everything had just started to feel wrong, but he kept up right behind Mr Grubber. Ahead of him Mr Grubber just kept peddling away looking as cool as ever. The track brought them into a settlement, it had been abandoned a hundred years before, they'd once mined gold or diamonds or something up here. The tin roofs of the buildings had rusted away leaving roof beams open to the sky, the windows were just empty holes in the walls.
Mr Grubber stopped, dismounted and leant his bike against one of the buildings, he took a drink from his bottle and took off his back pack. Roland followed suit glad of the rest, “Thanks for bringing me up here today,” he said “I'm sorry how it all started this morning, it's just me, well, that village it just messes me up.”
“I know,” said Mr Grubber “I've lived there for six months now and no one will talk to me, you always smiled and waved to me whenever we passed, but everyone else acted as if I wasn't there.”
They're not bad people,” said Roland “It's just that anything anyone says or does gets round the whole village and gets remembered.”
Mr Grubber took another drink from his water bottle and shared a few squares of chocolate with Roland. He said that although they were on top of the hills now the riding would be hard and very hot and that it was time for him to strip down to shorts. He then kicked off his shoes and pulled his track bottoms down and off. Under the trackies he was wearing Lycra cycle shorts with a 3” gold stripe going down the sides of the hips and legs, The shorts stopped 2” above his knees, they were skin tight and Roland could see a calm bulge at the front, he also saw the padding under the seat of the shorts and was jealous feeling the ache in his own ass from his saddle. Roland had never seen anyone wearing shorts like it and just had a gasp a little. They looked so right for riding a bike.
Mr Grubber smiled when he saw Roland staring at him “Ah !” he said “You like my shorts ?”
Roland just nodded making an incoherent sound, “I've a spare pair if you'd like to borrow them, you'll probably find them more comfortable that what you're wearing. Pop inside the building and try them on, they're best worn without underwear.” said Mr Grubber as he handed Roland a bag of folded Lycra.
Roland stepped through the doorway of the old building and opened the bag, pulling out the cycle shorts. They were shiny black with a wide red stripe down the sides, the red was just the shade of red that he'd dreamed of having speedos made from. They felt cool to the touch and he almost didn't want to spoil them by pulling them onto his sweating body. He pulled off his trainers and stepped out of his shorts, his black speedos were damp with his sweat and he had to squeeze and jiggle a bit to get them off. He took one side of the cool clean red and black cycle shorts in each hand and put first his right foot and then his left into them and pulled them up to his waist, he immediately felt the seat padding sticking to his sweating ass holding itself in position, he loved how the front gave him support with out squeezing him and how the shorts felt like a second skin. Roland put his shoes back on and stepped out back into the sunshine, looking down he loved how the red stripes ran down his hips and down the sides of his legs, this was going to be a great bike ride after all.
Outside the building Mr Grubber had been waiting for Roland to get changed, in the corner of his eye he saw Roland making strange movements through the window opening, he looked again and saw Roland trying to pull off a really tight looking pair of black speedos, he couldn't quite understand why Roland should be wearing speedos that tight under his football shorts on a bike ride. He thought for a moment and decided they should head for Pelican Bay, it was further than the route he planned but it might suit a swimmer.

[solarguy]

Great story and great writing. I love how Roland is coming around and realizing that he's actually enjoying himself! Thanks!!

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Part4

Roland and Mr Grubber remounted their bikes and rode away from the old settlement. They started to climb again and reaching the top of the next level of hills they followed a ridge from which they could see the sea on the distant horizon. Roland was amazed how comfortable the cycle shorts felt as he wore them. The padding in the seat took the pain out of the bumps he rode over, while the Lycra behaved like a second skin and he loved seeing the red stripe as his legs came up on the pedals. Ahead of him he could see Mr Grubber riding in his shorts, the black shiny fabric looked painted onto his rump, 'Do I look like that ?' Roland wondered.
They continued along the ridge until it fell away into a hanging valley below them. There was a lake in the valley looking pristine, clear and beautiful, reflecting the sky above them on it's surface. They made their way down to the lake, and stopped beside it to rest a while. Mr Grubber took the water bottle from his bike and refilled then drank deeply, Roland did the same, the water was cool and sweet, almost effervescent. Having drunk their fill they walked their bikes down a steep path beside a waterfall coming down from the lake. At the base of the waterfall there was a basin leading into a gully going further down the hill, the path followed the side of the gully and was ridable for the bikes. It was a long and fast downhill ride, the stream leading the path left and right, the two riders swinging their bikes in on the corners.
They noticed the hard soil showing sand, then found themselves riding on dirty sand in which their tyres dug, suddenly they left the gulley behind them the ground opening up into a wide sandy bay leading into the sea. The stream itself seemed to disappear into the sand before reappearing as a pool where the sea came in and out on the tide.
Their bike tyres ground to a halt in the sand, Roland drew level with Mr Grubber, “Welcome to Pelican Bay !” said Mr Grubber.
The beach seemed mostly level until it reached just above the tidal area where it slopped down towards the sea. They pushed their bikes down to the slope then lay them down, chains uppermost, on the sand. “Did I tell you that you were carrying the lunch ?” asked Mr Grubber.
Roland opened his pack to find pies, sandwiches and crisps. They began to eat sitting side by side on the sand and looking at the people on the beach with them. They appeared to be cyclists or hikers as they all had bikes or rucksacks but most of them seemed to be sitting or lying on the beach in speedos or bikinis, while a few were wading or swimming in the sea. Roland pulled off his shirt first and then Mr Grubber followed suit.
After they'd finished eating they stretched out on the sand and relaxed for a while, then Roland said that he was going swimming. He felt inside the bag bag pulled out both his football shorts and speedos then pushed the football shorts back into the bag. It was a struggle putting the speedos on while covering himself with his tee shirt but if he showed more than he should nobody seemed to notice or object. He walked down to the water, waded in and started to swim to the centre of the bay. Turning around he looked back, it was so peaceful here, so good to wear his speedos even if they were too tight and feel the waves flowing over his body. Looking to his right he saw that there was a second smaller bay there hidden from where they had been on the beach, so he swam towards it. Coming closer to the beach in the second bay he started to notice that the few people here appeared to be naked. Slightly shocked Roland swam back to his own bay and then coming ashore ran himself dry back to where Mr Grubber and the bikes were.
It was an even greater struggle to get out of the tight black speedos now they were wet, trying to sit on the sand cover himself with the tee shirt and pull them off seem impossible. Mr Grubber was sitting next to him laughing out loud until he told Roland to stand up. Roland stood up, Mr Grubber grabbed each side of the swim suit with one hand and then yanked them downwards, pulling the soggy Lycra down to Roland's knees. He quickly pulled on his cycle shorts before anyone would notice too much.
“Why do you wear such ridiculously tight speedos ? “ asked Mr Grubber, “Well, you see,” started Roland “They are my old school ones, I really want some new ones but I can't buy them at the Outfitters or everyone in the village would find out, and I can't buy them mail order in case my parents or the postman notice I'm getting a parcel. Mr Grubber, can I tell you a secret ?”
Mr Grubber nodded, looking amused, “I would really love a new red pair of speedos that fit properly and I'd like them even briefer than these ones, and in that village there's no way I can have them.”
Mr Grubber had to put his hand to his mouth to hide a laugh as he realised Roland was serious. “Don't worry about.” said Mr Grubber, “I'm sure you'll get some new speedos one day. By the way, you don't have to call me Mr, my name is Jason.”

Once they were dressed Roland and Jason Grubber made there way back up to the lake, along the ridge and then down to the settlement. At the settlement Jason put his track bottoms back on and Roland changed out of the cycle shorts and back into his football shorts. They then rode back down the track to the village and home. It was dusk as they arrived home, Roland helped Jason put the bikes away then handed back the day pack, helmet and mitts he'd worn.
“Thanks for a great ride” said Roland as he left to cross the road.
He had forgotten that he'd left his old school speedos in the day pack.