Santa Speedo Run
Bikerider1022@yahoo.com
I got a call from my friend Jeff asking if I'd like to take part in the annual Santa Speedo run this year. The Santa Speedo run is a fun run that takes place a few weeks before Christmas and raises money for various Children's charities. Basically it's an excuse to strip down to your speedo and run through the city with a bunch of other knuckleheads. I've done it once many years ago and it is a lot of fun.
Jeff and I have been friends since college. With us both being married with kids, we don't get the opportunity to see each other that often. Maybe we can catch up during the run. It turns out that Jeff had organized a running team of 10 people to join us on the run. He will be playing host and team leader for the group so we probably won't be spending much time together. That's fine. I'll just focus on my run knowing that I'm raising money for a good cause.
I don't actually own a speedo but Jeff said I could borrow one of his. Jeff is quite a physical fitness enthusiast and is really into swimming and running. I thought, of course he has extra speedos to loan out. We're both about the same size, just under 6 feet tall and around 175 lbs. He might be a little more muscular than me but I'm sure his swim suit would fit me fine. Besides I didn't want to have to buy one that I was only going to use once or twice. I did think it was kind of weird and kinky to be wearing a speedo that was worn by my friend. Maybe even a bit of a thrill. Whatever, I told myself to get over it.
The day of the run finally arrived and I headed over to Jeff's house so we can drive there together.
Jeff greets me. "Hey James. I'm so glad you're doing this. It's going to be a lot of fun. I picked out a swim suit for you to wear. I left it in the bathroom for you".
"Thanks Jeff. I really appreciate it."
I head into the bathroom and there it is laying on the counter, a black speedo with a white strip on the side. I pick it up and examine it. It looks really small to me. I think, what the hell, I have nothing else to wear I have to go through with it. I strip naked and put on the speedo. It is tight and a little small for me but it doesn't look too bad.
Once it was on I inspect myself in the mirror. For a 40 year old suburban dad with a wife and two kids I thought I looked pretty good. I've always worked hard to keep my body in shape. The speedo might be on the small side but it framed my ass really well. It gave me a nice bubble butt and accentuated my legs really well. The crotch area was another issue. I've always been on the large side. If you know what I mean. My cock is over 8 and half inches and very thick when fully erect. Even soft, I'm on the big side. This speedo just seemed to draw attention to it.
Well, I had no other option so I had to go ahead with the run and hope for the best. I just had to make sure I didn't get too excited. Even a semi-erection could be very embarrassing.
One other thing I noticed, in a speedo, the tattoo of a cartoon devil on my inner thigh was very noticeable. Great. That one bad decision from a drunken night in college and I'm still paying for it 20 years later. Come to think of it, Jeff was with me the night I got that tattoo. I was lost in my memories for a moment.
"James, hurry up." Jeff yelled from the outside the bathroom. "We're going to be late."
I quickly put on my sweatpants and sweatshirt and exited the bathroom.
Jeff and I drove the few miles to where we were meeting our other teammates. We had agreed to gather in a strip mall parking lot close to the starting line. Since it was a Sunday, most of the stores in the strip mall were closed and we had plenty of places to park.
On the drive over I starting to worry. I was thinking about my new secret desires. While I'm married with children and consider myself to be mostly straight I have recently discovered that I have an attraction to the male body. A very strong attraction. I've had a few gay experiences while I was in college but I just chalked those up to experiments. Besides, I was really drunk at the time and they mostly just sucked me off.
Now I find myself totally fascinated with cocks and men's asses. I'm constantly checking out guys on the street and wonder what their cocks look like and what they tasted like. I've even started watching and jerking off to gay porn. I've been very good and have not acted on my urges. At least not so far.
Maybe going to an event where guys will be wearing skimpy outfits and I'll be in a tight speedo myself wasn't such a good idea after all. I'll just have to be on my best behavior and focus on my run.
We arrived at the parking lot and our other eight team members were already there waiting for us. Jeff was a great host and team leader. He set up a tailgate party in his car trunk with coffee, hot chocolate and power bars. He even brought a bunch of beer for us to drink as a celebration after the run.
Our team of ten included me and Jeff as well as four women and four other men. Most of them I was acquainted with from golf outings or holiday parties. A couple of the women were girlfriends of the other guys. Everyone was very friendly and we were all in a great mood. It was a party atmosphere.
There was only one guy who I had never met before. His name was Mike. He had just started working in Jeff's office. For some reason I was instantly intrigued with him. Mike was maybe a few years younger than me, mid-30's, about 6'2" and he must have been about 200 lbs. Mike also had a full reddish-brown beard, neatly trimmed. He was built like a linebacker or a lumberjack. When we were formally introduced he gave me a fist bump, stared me right in the eye and said. "Great to meet you James."
Oh, shit. I thought to myself. This guy might be trouble.
"Okay everyone put down your coffee." Jeff yelled out. "Let's start our warm ups. Line up in two rows and follow me."
Jeff got us all lined up to do our warm up stretches and by chance or by design I found myself right behind Mike. Being directly behind him I was able to study Mike's body. Even in his jeans his ass looked magnificent. It was muscular and beefy. I could tell his legs were solid and he definitely had a strong upper body. I could only imagine what he looked like once his clothes came off and he was only in his speedo.
I could feel my cock stirring a bit. I know that if I didn't act fast my secret would be exposed. I quickly backed up and move to the other end of the line to finish my warm up and try to calm my cock down.
"We better be getting to the starting line." Announced Jeff. "Time to strip to your suits." Everyone was in a festive mood as they took off whatever they were wearing over their speedos. That's everyone but me. I was still too nervous about getting overly excited and exposing my secret.
I had my back to the group as I removed my jacket, sweatshirt and sweatpants. Bending down to retie my running shoes I felt the presence of someone standing really close to me. I turned and suddenly I was eye level to someone's crotch. I jumped up and nearly fell backwards. Standing in front of me was Mike, wearing his speedo and not much else.
"Oh, sorry James. I didn't mean to startle you. I wanted to ask how you liked my outfit."
I blurted out "No worries". This was my opportunity to check out Mike from top to bottom. On his head was a Santa hat and he was wearing stripped candy cane knee socks. His speedo was "Santa" red, very tight and very sexy. I thought that I had a hairy chest but compared to Mike's it's nothing. No manscaping for Mike. His chest was covered in thick reddish-brown hair that trailed down when it reached his stomach, down passed his bellybutton toward his crotch.
My gaze was now totally focused on Mike's crotch. The bulge in the red speedo was huge. This is not going to be good for hiding my secret desire. The cheery on top of the cake was the final touch of Mike's outfit. Attached to the waistband of his speedo, right above his bulge hung a sprig of mistletoe.
I appreciate a good joke, but this guy is killing me. Thankfully, I didn't have time to think about Mike, his hairy chest, his red speedo, his muscular legs and ass or the sprig of mistletoe hanging so close to his cock as we all headed toward the starting line.
The weather was turning colder and the temperature was falling. It was around 40 degrees and unless I started running soon, I was afraid I would get hyperthermia. Most of our group were doing the 5K run and still had some waiting time before they started. Jeff, Mike and I signed up for the 10K run and we started our run right away. Thank God, now I can focus on my run, warm up a bit and not think about Mike. At this point I became aware that my cock did swing back and forth a bit while I ran. I liked it. It kind of felt sexy.
Soon I heard a voice behind me. "Looking good James." I turned slightly and saw Mike right on my heels.
"Your legs look strong. You must do a lot of running".
"Hi Mike, not really. I haven't done much running lately. Actually, I play more hockey then run. Jeff and I played hockey together in college and I still play every Monday."
"I'm sure you do" was Mike's strange reply. "Whatever you're doing, keep it up. It's working."
"Oh, by the way James, I like your tattoo. It's cool."
I'm sure I blushed. "Thanks" was the best reply I could come up with. Why was this guy commenting on my legs and the tattoo on my upper thigh? Was Mike flirting with me? Don't get distracting. Just keep running.
We were about halfway through the race and Mike was hanging with me the whole time. We were making small talk about work, hobbies, interests. It was actually kind of nice and Mike was easy to talk with. There were only a few kilometers left to run when Mike turned to me and said, "Hey James, do you mind if I run ahead a bit? I see a guy up there I know. I want to say hello."
"Not at all. I'll see you at the finish line."
"Thanks, will do buddy." With that James picked up his pace and took off. I watched his sexy ass dance in his Speedo until it disappeared into the crowd. I was actually a bit relieved that Mike moved on. Now I won't be so distracted and can focus on my run.
Shortly I caught up with Jeff who was running slowly, practically limping.
"Jeff! Are you okay?"
"Hi James. I'm fine, just strained my calf. I would stop but the finish line is only a quarter mile away. I can tough it out."
"Okay, we'll finish together." After a minute I asked Jeff. "Hey, tell me. What's up with that guy Mike?"
"What do you mean? He's a good guy."
"Well sure, but he was asking me a lot of questions and he was getting kind of personal. Maybe he freaked me out a little, like he was flirting with me."
"Ha, take it easy." Jeff replied. "Maybe he likes you. He is gay you know."
"Well I'm not gay." I found myself getting defensive.
"Relax. Take it as a compliment. Maybe you need to broaden your horizons a little."
Not the answer I was expecting Jeff to give me. My mind was reeling. Could Jeff have had sex with Mike? Is it possible? Why did that even come into my head? Jeff was a married man just like me. Could Jeff be married with a wife and still have a "Mike" on the side? Could I?
I had no chance to think more about it or ask any questions as we approached the finish line. Everyone was celebrating and my spirits lifted when I saw our 8 other teammates at the finish line cheering us on. We were all high-fiving and patting each other on the back. Mike came up to me and gave me a big bear hug which lifted me off the ground a few inches.
As the celebration and speeches were winding down Jeff made an announcement. "I wanted to thank you all for being part of my team. We had fun and raised a lot of money for a good cause. I have beer and food back at the car. Let's get over there, get our clothes back on and party."
Since the temperature continued to drop most of the team ran back to the cars. Concerned about Jeff's leg I wanted to stay with him and make sure he was okay. By this point I was really feeling the cold. My teeth were chattering and I had goosebumps all over my arms.
"James, your lips are turning blue. Get going. Get back to the car. I insist."
Mike was standing there with us. Suddenly he grabbed my arm and started pulling in the direction of our cars. "Come on James. We have to get you warmed up."
"What about you?" I asked. "Aren't you cold?"
"Not really. I guess I can tolerate the cold better than you skinny guys."
From the tone of his voice I could tell Mike was teasing me but the way I was feeling I was in no mood to joke. With his hand still on my bicep the two of us started jogging down the street.
We were only a few blocks from our cars when Mike said to me, "your whole body is shaking. We got to do something."
Mike stopped and looked around. He guided me down an alley behind an apartment building. There was some urgency in his voice. "I got to warm you up fast." With that, Mike turned me around and hugged me with my back against his chest.
His hands ran up and down my arms and my legs. We were pressed so close together I could feel his hairy chest against me back. It felt really good. My ass was pressed against this crotch. There was only two thin layers of speedo material between my ass and Mike's cock. I could feel my cock. I really could. It was the first time a man's cock was ever this close to my ass and I was loving it.
Not only could I feel Mike's cock rub against my ass I could feel it growing. Instinctively I pushed back against it. I was grinding my hips against his cock. With Mike's hands rubbing my arms, his cock rubbing against my ass and his warm breath against my neck I totally lost all sense of where I was. All I know is I was in ecstasy. My cock was growing and growing as well. At this point I was at my full 8.5 inch erection. I prayed that my cock wouldn't slip out of my speedo.
"That's it James. Let it go. I've got you." Mike whispered in my ear. "Your secret is safe with me."
Wait, what did Mike mean by that? How did he know my secret? Wrapped in his arms with his cock pressed against my ass I didn't care any longer. Mike leaned in and nibbled on my ear. With his continued grinding against my ass I was starting to lose it. I began to groan like a cat in heat. My moans and groans were growing louder as I matched him grind for grind.
"You better keep you voice down or you'll attract a crowd."
When Mike inserted his tongue into my ear my legs actually buckled a little. Mike kept me upright with his strong arms across my upper body.
I just closed my eyes and imagined we were alone on a bed without our speedos on. Naked, Mike is holding me from behind and his large cock is entering my virgin hole. Little by little he gets deeper and deeper inside of me. I could practically feel it. I feel so full and safe and loved. There was nothing more I wanted at that moment then to have Mike's large cock buried deep inside my hole.
Mike's breathing is getting heavy and I know he is close to coming. I want to see his cock. I want to hold it and feel it and taste it and make it feel good. I want to see it explode with his cum. A few more thrusts and then Mike slows down. I know that he came.
Mike moves his hand down and grabs hold of my fully erect cock over my speedo. "You have a nice size cock there buddy." That's all it took. Immediately my cock erupted. Streams of cum filled my speedo and surrounded my cock and balls.
Feeling totally spent, I come to my senses and realize that I'm standing in an alley behind an apartment building with a guy's arms around me and a speedo filled with cum.
Mike releases his hold on me and I turn and look at him. He has a beautiful smile on his face. I look down and see the sprig of mistletoe that once hung playfully from Mike's waistband crushed and destroyed on the ground at our feet. I say nothing. What can I say? I just start running. I know that I need to get back to Jeff's car and put on my sweats before cum starts leaking out of my speedo or a big wet spot gives me away.
I made it back to the car in no time. Everyone was there, including Jeff. Fortunately the car door was open and I could grab my sweat pants and put them on before anyone noticed I was back.
"James, what took you so long?" Jeff yelled out as I was pulling on my sweatshirt. "I expected you to be back before me."
"Yeah, I had to find a place to pee. I should have gone at the finish line where there were porta-johns."
"Well, get over here and get something to eat and drink." Jeff's wife Sally had shown up with a huge pot of hot chili. It really hit the spot. It warmed me up nicely. By this point I was also wearing a coat, wool hat, gloves and scarf and felling like my old self. I could also feel my cum coated cock and balls inside my speedo and it felt kind of sexy.
I was wondering what happened to Mike as the group was eating and drinking and enjoying each other's company. I felt a little guilty for leaving Mike in the alley with a speedo full of cum.
About 20 minutes later Mike showed up and stood next to me. He looked at me with a sweet smile on his face and he just nodded to me. I guess we didn't need to exchange words.
"Mike", Jeff said. "We were wondering what happened to you."
"Actually, I ran into some friends and we were catching up."
"What can I get you to drink?"
"Well, I have to get going." Mike said. "I have a date tonight."
Why was a feeling a little jealous of Mike's date? My cock twitched a bit.
"It was great meeting everyone. Lots of fun. I would love to do this again next year."
With that Mike started walking away. I watched him while everyone else went back to partying. He took a few steps, stopped and come back to me.
"James, I wanted to say, I had a great time today. Give me your phone."
I handed Mike my phone without thinking. "Listen if you ever want to go running with me some time I would love that. I'm looking for a new running buddy." He hands my phone back to me and trots away.
I look at my screen and see that he added his contact info to my phone. I smile and my cock twitches again. I look up to see Jeff looking right at me. He gives me a wink before going back to his drink.
The end.
bikerider1022@yahoo.com
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