This is a deviation from my pool-based adventures but since it involves speedos, I figured I would keep it part of the series. Don't worry more adventures to come!
If I can pinpoint the origins of my love for speedos I can narrow it down to a few things. This story is one of them. I was very lucky in college to spend a semester at sea. There were 30 of us on a sailboat living in close quarters. He was the quintessential Midwest American boy: baseball player, super fit and a total sweetheart to everyone. He stood out from the rest of the guys as he always made sure he was well groomed and clean which isn't easy when on an old fashioned sailing vessel without showers. Rusty (his nickname) wore Speedos when snorkeling and swimming which certainly made him stand out. Besides him and another guy always in black spandex shorts, the rest of us wore regular swim trunks.
The first weeks on the vessel were a time to get acclimated to life on a boat and getting to know each other. There was little to no privacy as we were in co-ed cabins in double-decker bunks aka berths. We had to get comfortable changing in front of each other. It wasn't long until we all grew comfortable but some of us took longer than others. I fell somewhere in between. I barely wore a shirt and never wore underwear as you never knew when you'd get wet. Rusty had such confidence wearing his speedo alone or with a shirt. Fortunately, no one remarked on his choice of swimwear. I was a junior in college, had finished dating a woman just before the trip and didn't consciously know I was gay yet. Unconsciously many of my fantasies were about guys.
We spent our days sailing, doing chores, taking classes and working in shifts round the clock. We made many stops at various ports and islands throughout the Caribbean. That allowed us to do a ton of swimming and snorkeling. Seeing Rusty in a tight speedo became a welcome distraction for me and I never added 2 & 2 together to make me realize I was gay or at the very least bi. I was straight in my mind but found myself taking in the beautiful view of him in his speedo from time to time. Since we were in and out of the water all the time, it was a frequent occurrence of him wearing nothing but a wet speedo. He had a beautiful body with a firm bubble butt and appreciable bulge. He was naturally smooth except for a small patch on his chest and a light treasure trail. I noticed he rotated through a few different suits, all classic style but I started to prefer when he wore his royal blue ones. They showed just a little more of a bulge and a pronounced VPL.
Rusty and I weren't close but we talked from time to time. One time he was standing in front of his berth, a bunk with a curtain and not much else. His berth was in the galley where we ate all our meals. He was sorting his stuff as he was very neat. He had a few speedos laying out when I walked past after topping off my water bottle. I am not sure what made me stop and start talking to him but looking back I know better. It was just the two of us around at the time. I asked him what is was like to wear speedos and why he wears them as they didn't look comfortable. He smiled and said the correct fit makes all the difference. He explained to me that he started wearing them when a scuba instructor recommended them to wear underneath a wetsuit. He realized some other perks such as the small size in a travel bag and the fast drying material. "It took a few tries and plenty of courage because no one I knew wore them where I grew up." He also added "I like the look of them on me after you get past the whole mostly naked thing." I laughed lightly and then he asked if I wanted to try one out on the snorkel trip. "Tell you what, take one and wear it under your shorts if you are too shy." He handed me a suit and said he needed to finish getting ready for the excursion. As I thanked him and headed up to the deck, I spotted him slipping out of his shorts and pulling on his speedos. There is a particular sound when dry spandex is sliding up skin that I heard and to this day always love the sound of it, knowing a fellow swimmer is getting into something revealing.
I took his speedo to my berth in the forecastle (front compartment of the boat). A few were around getting ready for the trip but I waited until they were gone so I could try out the speedo. I took off my shorts and slipped them up my legs. Once I got them on I felt the snug fit of the fabric and it was stimulating to feel it against my skin. I adjusted the suit and pulled up my cock and balls for more comfort. I rubbed the material and it was amazing. When I ran my fingers across my bulge I felt something all new to me and incredibly erotic. My cock was hard as a rock inside the suit. Another layer of stimulation was knowing it was Rusty's suit. At this time in my life these new feelings for another guy were present but I still was far away from acknowledging I was attracted to men and gay. I envisioned Rusty wearing this suit and began to leak a little precum. If it was not for our pending trip I would have jerked off right then and there. Instead I slipped on my swim trunks over the speedos and grabbed my backpack.
My snorkeling buddy was usually Mike, a close friend. He approached me and said that he wanted to swim with a woman he was interested in lately. Fortunately, Rusty overheard things and offered to be my swim partner. There were a few more dive partner shuffles and then everyone was paired up for the swim. We hopped into the small yawl boat for the excursion to the reef. I sat next to Rusty on the boat. Rusty asked if I wore his speedo and I pulled the suit down to show him. "Wait for everyone else to get in the water and then you'll have the option to slip out of your trunks." Rusty asked if I had sunscreen everywhere, considering my thighs might be exposed. I hiked up my shorts and put on a heavy coat after realizing how pale my thighs were despite a few weeks in the sun and thanked him for the advice. Meanwhile he was sitting there in a black speedo without a care in the world while I was slightly anxious about what to wear. We anchored the boat, put on snorkeling gear and everyone started to get in the water. Rusty and I were the last ones in the boat, our pilot was chit chatty and at the last minute I pulled the trunks down. There I was in a speedo for the first time in public and probably turned all sorts of shades of red. The pilot told us to have fun and be back in 45 minutes. Rusty jumped off the side of the boat and then it was my turn. It didn't hit me until after getting in the water but the pilot didn't say anything about my choice of swimwear.
We followed the rest of the group towards the reef and people started to splinter off in twos. Rusty swam along side me as we took in our surroundings. When snorkeling, one tends to communicate with tapping your partner's arm or other forms of non-verbal communication so we kept close to each other except when doing a deep dive for a closer look at something. Who I am to complain about frequently brushing up against him. I enjoyed the up close view of Rusty and all of the natural splendor around us. After a little while I forgot what I was wearing and enjoyed myself, even focused on things besides Rusty and his gorgeous body.
The time went by quickly and my watch alarm went off which signaled that we had to head back to the boat. He gave me a thumbs up and we swam back to the others. About half of the group was onboard when I climbed up the swim ladder. I plopped down at the bow and took off my gear. A second later Rusty sat next to me. "Well if it isn't team speedo!" someone quipped. Rusty responded "Hey now, no judging. They make more sense in the water than your baggy trunks." The critic responded that he wouldn't wear one any time soon and then that was it. Everyone was buzzed from the excursion and sharing what each other spotted underwater. In all of the chatter, Rusty elbowed me in the side and asked "You good? What did you think?" I told him they worked really well and that I needed to get a pair of my own. "Maybe you can find some at our next port. In the meantime, feel free to borrow mine and wear plenty of sunscreen."
We set sail for an overnight route to our next island. It was the halfway point of the semester and we were going to celebrate on an uninhabited island with a cookout and stay in tents. We arrived mid-morning and sure enough not another boat anywhere. After lunch, we moved all of our stuff to the island and set up our cluster of tents, gathered firewood and organized things for later. Fortunately we had the ocean to cool off in and a nice area to explore on land. I wore the speedo again under my shorts and decided to throw caution to the wind by only wearing the speedo once the work was done. Rusty was busy doing other stuff but caught up with me when we were free to do whatever. He pointed to an area down the beach where our captain said there was an abandoned lighthouse and suggested we should snorkel in that direction and then explore on land if time allowed.
The snorkeling was even better at this spot because of clearer water and little current. I caught sight of the lighthouse and signaled to Rusty to go above water. We agreed to head towards the lighthouse. We left our snorkeling gear on the beach and hiked the short distance in our neoprene booties. It was a small lighthouse, more of a beacon. We spent the time talking about various things. The lighthouse had an old door and a single room inside. We stepped in and had a quick look around. There was a small window, broken for who knows how long. I was looking outward when Rusty came up from behind me. He put his arm around my neck and said "Man we are so lucky to be on this trip. Stuff like this is amazing to experience." He explained he had only been to the beach a couple of times prior to this semester and the whole experience was opening boundaries for him. I mentioned that I also was experiencing new things despite having spent many summer days on the coast.
"What types of things have surprised you?" he asked.
"I never thought I would be wearing speedos!" I joked.
"Well I am glad I could help with that but all joking aside, what has surprised you?"
He was standing less than 8 inches away from facing me with a slight grin. I looked into his eyes and felt something was happening between us where I could be candid. He put his hand on my side just above my hip. It was the slightest gesture but enough to make me start to get hard in my speedo. I reached around him and pulled him in for a hug.
"I think I know what the answer might be" he said.
I looked up at him and kissed me. I kissed him back and now he was getting turned on as I felt his bulge grow against my skin. Our hands started to explore each other and our cocks rubbed against each other's through our speedos. I have never been more turned on in my life. This was a whole new level of stimulation that I never experienced.
Rusty untied my speedo and reached in for my cock. He stroked it a few times and I fumbled with his string to get his cock out. Finally I resorted to pulling his cock out the side through the leg hole. The heat his cock gave off and the firmness of his cock was totally new to me. He got on his knees and took my cock into his mouth. "Oh my god, careful you are going to make me cum" I said. He just rubbed my ass cheek with one hand while he manuevered my cock and balls with the other. Before I had time to warn him I erupted into his mouth with a big load of cum. He swallowed the whole thing, stood up and kissed me. I could taste my cum in his mouth. I stroked his cock a few times. He was leaking precum and rock hard. I got on my knees to try my first time sucking cock. I gagged a few times trying to take him all the way in. Rusty was guiding me to take it easy and reminding me I don't have to take him all the way. After a few minutes of awkwardness, I started to get a hang of things and had him moaning. Soon after that he grabbed the back of my head and shot his load down my throat. I was hard again when I stood up to embrace him.
We heard voices approaching so scrambled to put our speedos on again. We stepped out of the lighthouse just as a couple of others approached. He was standing in front of me blocking any view of my swollen speedo bulge and cum stains. We made our way back to the beach in silence and rinsed off in the water. I made sure to give my speedo a good rinse.
Rusty remarked "Now I can say this was the most surprising experience of the trip!" We both laughed and made our way back to the main camp to join in the preparations.
Over the remainder of the semester at sea, Rusty and I explored our sexuality together. We fucked and sucked our way up the east coast of the US. He helped me shop for a speedo right after our initial encounter and I ended up buying 2. I wore them as much as I could. As we made our way northward, the weather cooled and we were burdened with wearing normal clothes.
Sadly by the end of the trip we realized that it wasn't a romantic relationship, he did not have romantic feelings for me. The sex was amazing as was the friendship and we had an amazing voyage that I will never forget. On our final day of the trip we exchanged speedos to have a reminder of things. He lived far away which added another barrier in our friendship. I have not seen Rusty in many years but am grateful for our time together and the hot introduction to speedos.
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