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True story. Excuse the spelling.
Speedo's
I've never been attracted to other men, I'm still not. Oh, I realize when a guy is good looking alright, but I've never looked at a guy and said, "Oh, he's Key-UTE!" or anything like that. That's why what Happened to me a couple of months ago, and what's happened to me since then, is thouroughly odd. You could even say queer.
I was on a swim team until I was about 17. I'm 20 now, so that wasn't all that long ago, and I still wear Speedo (or actually Arena) suits when I go to the beach. That's not too common in the East where I'm from, but it isn't unheard of. So when I moved to Ca. To go to UCLA that's what I wore. Why not, nothing to be ashamed of. I've always had a nice body and it's a shame to waste an opportunity to show woman what you look like in your underwear.
I was kind of surprised and disappointed that most women didn't seem very interested in me at all when I was at the beach. That's something I'm not used to, and I'm at least as good looking as most of the guys out there in the sand. I put it down to tastes. Maybe I wasn't what the California woman wanted, a bit too muscley or my hair too short. I did better with my clothes on, though, and there was never a dearth of pussy for the old Ed-ster.
Last summer I'd been here about a year. I was lying there by the rock outcropping at the end of L.B. and watched a few people go by. One group of obviously gay troopers prancing back and forth. One of the was wearing a white see-through Speedo-tpye suit and you could see his little dick after he came wiggling out of the water. There was aonther guy with him who was also wearing a Speedo who wrestled a bit with him and tried to get his hand down the see-through suit. There was another guy wearing a speedo who was laughing at them. A small group of speedo wearing guys walked by at that time and hallooed them. Wait a minute! All the gay guys are wearing speedos! A-HA! I was embarrassed. Why hadn't I noticed this before?
I thought I would go home or something, sneak out of there or put on my shorts. But then I thought, the damage is done. I'd only been there an hour. Might as well stay for a while longer anyway. I knew what I was, no need to worry about what other people I didn't know thought about me. I settled back down and watched the antics of the ballet troup in the speedos.
The group that had walked by broke into two sections. Two of them sat down on blankets and two more wandered off in my direction. As they came closer they noticed me and waved uncertainly, as if they thought they might know me. I waved back. I was wearing sun-glasses and pretended I was looking somewhere else as they went by and I saw them looking at me as they passed close top my towel. They kept on going and didn't say anything.
About a half hour later I must have dozed off because one of the duet that had gone by was sitting on the sand about tweenty feet from my head. He looked odd, furitive, and so I snuck a glance at him. Actually, what he was doing was rubbing his cock on the outside of his speedo, stoking it up and down with his finger tips very lightly. He had one leg up and he looked up and down the beach to make sure noone was coming when he wasn't looking over at me.
This was great. I'd just figured out that everyone thought I was gay and here is this guy jacking off as he is looking at me. The guy wasn't even handsome, just a tall, dark haired guy with glasses, definietly not the athlete, but thin and maybe 6'2". I did see that his cock was making a pretty substancial bulge in his suit though. As I was looking, the tip of it poked out of the waist. The way he was leaning back, the head went over his belly button.
After the head popped out he looked quickly up and down the beach, then pulled the suit down in fron until his big dick was entirely naked, then he ran his finger tips up and down the whole shaft. I was fascinated. I liked to jack off myself and have done it in many unusual places (once I pulled my pants all the way down at a conference desk in the school library when a woman was sitting on the other side. I shot some much cum I was surprised she couldn't at least smell it or that some of the stuff hadn't splattered on her), so I could definetly understand the thrill of pulling out your meat in the sun with everyone walking by. To my surprise, I must have been empathizing with the guy and what he was feeling becauise my dick started to get hard.
I was embarrassed at first and flipped over on my stomach to hide it from the guy. He might think I was coming on to him and I'd have to beat him up to keep him away or something. I lay there with my cheek on my arm and my face was to him now. I didn't think he could see my eyes and where I was looking but he acted as though he was putting on a show for me. He stroked his dick a bit, put his whole hand around it and jacked it up and down a few times. It was leaking because in a minute he leaned against the rock and brought his other hand up and wiped off the top of the cock with his fingers. He put them in his mouth and licked them off.
My dick at this time had gotten harder and harder. It hurt lying on it in the sand and I moved my ass around a bit to get more comfortable. I put my own hand down and pushed the briefs down in front, very slyly so that he wouldn't know that's what I was doing. The contact of my naked dick on the rough blanket sent a shiver up my back. I lay there and lightly and slowly humped the ground. Man that felt good. I wanted to come so bad.
Meanwhile the guy had his whole hand wrapped around his cock and he was flapping it up and down against his stomach. It was making a slapping noise, I realized tha t it was so loud because it was wet. That's when I said to myself, what the fuck, it's not like I'm gay or something, and I sat up suddenly. At first my back was to him and the slapping stopped immediately. Then I made up my mind and slowly turned until I was facing him, with my back to the sun and the rest of the beach.
I was still wearing my sunglasses, so he couldn't see where I was looking, but my dick was still outside my suit. It was dripping pre-cum and the whole head of it was wet.
At first he was shocked that I had moved, and when I turned, his cock was back in his pants and he was looking around as if everything was normal, he wasn't doing anything. When he saw my penis sticking out though, he looked up and down the beach and yanked the front of his suit down over his massive cock. For a couple of minutes we each sat there yanking our meats and looking at what the other guy was doing. Then, once again, I said, what the fuck, lets give himn a show. I lifted my butt up a bit and pulled the suit entirely off.
It wasn't really dangerous because there weren't that many people down at this end of the beach and, besides, most of them were of the limp wristed variety and would rather join in that stop you. My dick flapped free of the suit and I slipped it down over my legs. Now I was totally naked for this guy and my balls were resting on the hot towel. I'd never been to a nude beach then, but I've been since and there is really no freer feeling that being naked in the sun. So here I was naked now, and the guy starts really jerking, pulling up and down the length of his dick, making short quick jerks up by the senstive head. I knew how he felt and it made me horny thinking aboiut it. To make it even better for him, I decided to tease him some more. I had a bottle of sun tan lotion with me and I squeezed a lot out into my hand. Then I smeared it all over my inner thighs with both hands, rubbing it in and moving up my legs until I reached my balls. I slathered them in the stuff, I smeared it up over my cock and took the head of it in my cream filled, hot hand and swirled it up and down. The guy was going crazy. He had forgotten about people on the beach and was focusing entirely on what I was doing, sliding his hand up and down at a furious rythym.
That's when I decided to give him a special treat. Lying down on my side, I first looked over my shoulder to make sure no one was coming, then I lifted my right leg, moved my balls forward, and slid my greasy hand back between my ass cheeks. I'd gotten my ass rimmed by a very horny woman one time and had liked it enourmously, but I hadn't done that since. Now I took one of my very lubed up fingers and pressed it against my ass-hole. Before I tried to put iot in though, I flicked it around the opening, just like the girl's tongue had done. Hey, that felt good. I teased myself some more and then I pressed my finger to the hole. I was relaxed and it slid right in. The guy had stopped moving now and was just watching me fuck myself, as I pushed the greasy finger in deeper and pulled it out, in deeper still, then back out again. I got it all the way in to my second knuckle when he started to jack off again.
I stopped and pulled out my finger and took the narrow bottle of sun cream in my hand. Taking some more of the oily stuff, I smearing the smooth snd of the bottle with it. Then I gently pressed the tip of it against my anus. The guy had stopped again. I could almost sense that he was holding his breath. I got a bit of the bottle in and it hurt like hell so I stopped for a moment. My dick was still boiucing up and down in excitement though, so there was no real stopping. With more determination, I relaxed my ass and pushed the bottle in as far as it would go. Then I pulled it out some to get it more lubricated, and shoved it in even farther. It started to feel good then. It was an odd shape, sort of a narrow oval, but it fit in pretty well and on the second try it went in up to the cap. I hestitated when it was in all the way. I had had no idea something up your ass could feel this exciting. I wanted to leave it in there the rest of the day. But I pulled it out slowly. When I couldn't stand it any more, I had to have it, I shoved it back in. That went on for five or more minutes. Then I couldn't help myself, I had to move it faster. It felt so fucking good, particularly when I shoved it right up to the cap. He started jerking again with is eyes glued to me and I lay back so I could fuck myself and grab my dick at the same time. I was oblivious to anyone on the beach now, it was just me, this ting up my ass, my dick and this other huge meat a few feet away. Just before I spewed my cum all over the blanket under neath me, I saw jets of cum flying out of the tip of the guy's cock, splattering up to his chest and running down over his hariy stomach. Then I shot my load. My ass gripped around the bottle that was violationg it. It felt so good, I could hardly control my shouts and I splashed the blanket, out onto the sand and even got some on my chin.
Speedo II
Later on, thinking about that first adventure on L.B., I wondered what had gotten in to me. Besides the bottle, I mean. Like I said, I've never been attracted to men, never gave a thought to having sex with one of the guys I knew. In fact, one time when a friend of mine and I were drunk and it was late at night, he had sort of hinted at the possiblity of having sex with me and I just went to bed. My reasoning was, and is, that it must have been the idea of what getting hard and coming feels like to the guy watching me.
I was bothered a bit about it for a day or so, but then I figured, I knew what I was. So what if I had fun doing other things once in a while? I avoided L.B. after that as being a bit close to home, so I started looking around for other places to hit the beach. One place was Laguna beach, down the road a piece. It's a good beach, with rock out-croppings on either end and a good long board walk. Plenty of women. Also, I was to learn, plenty of queers. In fact, one of them told me that 20% of the Laguna Beach population is gay.
I later found out (which I'll tlak about some other time) that the Southern rocky area was where all the Speedos hung out, but when I was first there, I used to sit up by the board walk, in MY racing suit. It was convenient because I could lean against one of the pylons and read in the sun, watching people go by when I felt like it, or ignoring them.
The second day I was there, I was reading Waiting for Godot (I like Beckett) when a pair of chubby legs dropped over the walk and kicked some sand on me. I shouted up at the legs and a face peered over the edge, looking down at me. "Oh, hi, I'm sorry!" said the guy. He started in to talk at me (I later figured out that he did that on purpose to begin a conversation), who was I, he hadn't seen me around, where was I from, how did I like school. From my bathing suit, he must have figured I was gay like he obviously was, and I pretended to read to get rid of the guy. He asked me what I was reading and I told him. Oh, he said, that's strange, usually you don't see guys with great bodies reading a book like that, I mean athletes and all.
He talked some more, told me about a guy, a young guy, who was just hitch- hiking around through Ca. Who he'd just helped out the other week. The kid had needed a place to stay and so he let him stay at his house which was just down the beach. Then when the kid had to leave, he'd given him some money, 100 dollars, to help him on his way.
I chuckled to myself: The chubby little guy was giving me a veiled proposition, he'd give me 100$ to go home with him. I decided to have some fun with him, since he was goiing to bother me anyway. I said, 100$? That's all? Can't take a taxi across LA with that.
His face was a bit red from leaning over to talk to me. No, it wasn't much. He could have given him a lot more. Oh, yeah, I said, how much more? Two or three maybe, if he'd done some stuff around the house. Not even 500$, I asked. Well maybe, he said. Depends on what he would do. Well, what would you want him to do? I asked. He'd have to go back to his house and look around, see what he felt he needed. He asked me if I wanted to go back to his house for a bit to talk and have a drink, "Or maybe a guy with your body doesn't drink, maybe you'd like orange juice instead". I thought about it for a second. I could easily take the guy in a fight if it came down to that. There'd be no problems for me that way, I could leave whenever I wanted. Maybe I could make a little money or something, tease the guiy or something for a few hundred. I said ok.
We walked back up the beach and then north up the street. We walked up some serious hill and back a bit from the shore. His house was a raised stucco ranch type thing with a big balcony. He had blankets hanging from the balcony rails so it was almost like sitting in a separate world as we lay back in the lounge chairs. He hustled about getting me some OJ and came out with a tall glass of it for me and a clear drink for himself. Gin and tonic, he said. He didn't have any more damn limes left. He clicked glasses with me and said cheers.
We talked a while and didn't get back to the subject of him giving money away for chores. I almost started to figure I'd made a mistake and this was just some lonely guy who paid people to talk to him. It was getting hot, though, and he suggested we go in. He had a VCR and we could look at a movie or something. I said sure.
When we got in, he brought a box of videos over for me to lok at. There were some standard fair Speilberg garbage, I remember there was "Remains of the Day" and a couple of other popular titles. Half of the box, though, was filled with porno movies. Did I ever watch one of those, he asked. No, I lied, but I agreed, maybe we should put on on and see. I let him choose the title and he put it in. I was sitting on the couch and he had to rewind the film a bit . He started it and came and sat on the other end of the couch. He told me he had three different films copied on this tape.
The first film was a budget shag film about some woman selling lawn mowers. She was hot, but the other women in the film were second rate. One woman in the film, though not beautiful, was obviously a horny slut in real life. You could tell she was in porn for the first time because she kept looking off camera and smiling to someone she knew on the set. The guy she was with in the film was some ugly fucking austrlian dude with a very large cock that never really got hard. That bugged me, but I could tell that the woman wasn't good at giving head. She looked like a toother and was moving too slowly. I bothered me watching her because I knew how that felt, and it made me feel for the guy. It also made me horny. What she needed to do was stop pussying around, grab the thing firmly and man-handle it to life!
I had pretty much forgotten where I was by then, not paying any attention to the little pudgy guy (Steve, by the way), just pulled my legs up so I was sort of hugging my knees on the couch. I wasn't paying any attention to him, but when I looked over he was rubbing outside the zipper of his cut off shorts. I looked away quickly. I was thinking I better just get the hell out of there, this wasn't something I wanted. Then Steve said, go ahead and take off your suit.
That gave me pause. I remembered why I came here, maybe make a bit of extra cash, so I said, what'll you give me? He quickly answered 50 dollars. 50? What, the price had gone down from the guy he helped last week? No, he said, that was just for showing me your body, we can make arrangements for anything else. That sounded like a safe bet to me. I made him show me the 50 first, then I stood up and slowly slid my suit down over my knees. All the way, he said. My dick had shrunk a bit in the mean time, but I could feel it coming back to life now that it was free and had an appreciating audience. I dropped the suit down to my feet and kicked it up towards him with one foot. He took it and sniffed it, which I thought was a bit disgustig, but to each his or her own.
I sat back down and watched the movie some more. Stroke your cock, he said. Well, hell, I wanted to do that anyway, so I said that it would only cost him ten more. What if I want to touch it? He asked. Oh, that will be another fifty. But you can suck me off for free, I laughed. He slid over on the couch (I didn't ask him for the money up front, which turned out to be a mistake in the end) and touched my dick with a cool dry hand. I've got about seven inches (this is a true story happening so I'm not going to tell you I have 10 inches of solid manhood), but his hand looked small around it as he encirled the head with his fist. He told me to spread my legs some more and I did, gratis.
Then he was roughly squeezing my balls with his other hand as he slowly, so slowly made little motions upo and down with the fingers wrapped around my dick. It felt good and after he told me to go back to watching the movie, that's what I did. I was watching a fuck film and jacking off and I didn't have to move a muscle. It was wonderful.
I was really digging it and then he all of a sudden stopped what he was doing, bent down quickly and engulfed my cock in his hot mouth. Errrr! That was good. He was taking me at my word and he started to lick the tip of my dick, which was by now salivating furiously. But it didn't get any different. He just licked and licked. It began not to feel as good, I was getting sensitive and the rest of my dick longed to feel something. I tried to push my hips forward from my position, but he moved his head backwards and just kept on licking. I was going to say something, but I didn't want this guy to hear me begging for him to take my cock in his moiuth. Better to be in control, so I took the back of his head and pressed it down onto my meat. The head puched against his lips and they resisted opening at first, but then they parted and the cock went in about four inches. Plenty to feel good.
I was going to come soon, no doubt about it. I wondered if it was part of his thrill to get a nice juicy load in his mouth because that's what he was going to get in about three seconds. Then he stopped and moved away.
I was raising my hips into the air and the mouth disappeared and it was like taking a swing at something and getting only air. I dropped back down onto the couch and was about to say something angry when he told me he wanted to lick my ass hole. Oh, I thought, all right. I dig that, like I said, some woman had done that to me and it hadn't been done since then. I said ok.
He had me get up on my knees on the couch with my legs spread and my face down into the couch. Then he squeezed my ass cheeks, kneaded them and spread them apart. Then I felt that sensation again as he started to lick around my hole. Man, that was good. I was groaning now, against my better judgement, and then I felt him stcik the tongue actually into the hole. His tongue was enormously long, much longer than this woman's, and I could feel it tickling around the inside of my anus. He actually pumped it in and out and my ass squeezed his tongue tight. Nothing was touching my cock but theer were streams of semen dripping onto the couch. I asked him to stop, no it felt great, but I had to come, would he please just suck on me again? When I rolled over he popped the head into his mouth and really went to work. He must have just been teasing me before because he really knew how to suck. I felt the sperm aching to come out of my balls, and then he slid his thumb up my ass hole and wiggled it around. That's when I came and I couldn't stop, it just kept pouring and pouring out of my cock, and he was jacking it and sucking it and taking it all in his mouth and wiggling that thumb in there good, and then I couldn't shoot any more and I flopped down on the couch.
That was good, I told him. You liked that? Yeah, no charge, I told him. He rolled me over and stared to massage my ass and pushed my legs farther apart, clamping my balls and putting his thumb or finger into my ass. But I was tired, all I wanted to do was sleep now, so I wasn't really responding to what he was doing, just dozing. That's when I felt his body laying on top of mine. He was not a big guy, but he was heavy and he had sweat a bit so it wasn't entirely pleasant. I wondered what the hell he was doing, was he trying to get all mushy and lovey with me or something? That's not what I wanted. I was going to shove him off when I felt something move against my ass hole. He had been keeping a finger or thumb in there, but ow it moved out and there was something more blunt pressing against me there now.
He said, I'll pay you 300 dollars if you let me fuck you. No I said. Come on, you've done it before. Actually, I told him, I hadn't and I wasn't going to get aids for 300 dollars. But I've got a rubber on, he said, feel, and he did, one with the receptacle tip. He was pushing and pushing and the head got in while we were arguing and then I said, what the hell, three hundred bucks isn't small. He had me get up on all fours. Then he took his dick in his hand (which, depite the small hands wasn't tiny, but about 6 inches and very fat) and pressed it against my ass. I tried to relax as much as possible and he got a good third of it in the first time. Then he pulled out and rubbed it around some more and puched it back in about half way. Actually, it didn't hurt very much at all, and on the next try I could feel his pubes tickling my ass.
He started slowly and then he built up. I was flattened down onto the sofa by then and he was pounding me into the cushions. Strangely, since I had just been so tired, my dick got hard again. He was hitting that same spot inside me that the sun tan lotion bottle had been pressing against at L.B. and it felt great. I couldn't help it, I started to moan and to push back against his thrusting. It got faster and faster and I came into the cushions, even better than the one I'd just had, thick, clumpy gobs of semen that came right from the base of my balls, the kind that's saved for the special occasion. Then he started making a whining noise. Even with the rubber on, I didn't want him shooting inside me, but I had no chioce. The coming orgasm made him stronger than he was, maybe, because he leaned against me and the was no moving him. I could feel the condom get hot and swell in my ass hole as he fell forward onto my back.
We lay there for a while. Then I got my suit on and left. He wanted me to stay the night and tried to get at my dick so he could suck it, but I pushed him away and walked out the door.