SPEEDO STUDS
		     An Original Story by speedo_lover

	During the summers of my college days, I worked as a lifeguard as
often as I could.  After all, sitting around all day in the sun is not very
demanding.  So, one summer I ended up with two jobs: one in the daytime at
an outdoor country club pool and a night job at a health club's pool.

	Needless to say, I had the best tan that I think I'll ever have.
Of course, the more sun your body is exposed to, the lighter your hair
gets.  My normal dirty blonde locks became quite bleached as the summer
went on, and the hair on my chest turned a light blonde and became much
less noticeable against my deeply tanned chest.

	Being a competitive swimmer, I'm no stranger to wearing Speedo
bathing suits.  In fact, I will never wear a boxer-style swim trunk again.
There's just something sexy about tight spandex molded around every curve
that it touches.  I used to get a lot of stares since my swim suit was cut
really high.  I probably showed more leg than most of the women there, and
this gave me a heightened state of arousal, especially when I would head
out to the lifeguard's chair and slowly peel off the skimpy runner's shorts
and tight T-shirt that I wore to work, revealing my muscular, hairy body to
whoever wanted to admire it.

	Not only did I feel sexy by wearing next to nothing all day, but I
got to see many men wearing as little as possible as part of their ritual
worship of the Sun God.  The problem with wearing skimpy red Speedos is
that if you get a hard-on, it's not easy to hide.  Many times, a stud would
catch me off guard and Mr. Stiffy would stand at attention.  I learned to
discretely cross my legs and hide my boner before many people noticed, but
trying to conceal my eight and a half inch whopper was not always easy.

	One studly man caught my attention from the moment he made his
entrance from the men's locker room.  He was about 6 foot tall, 190 pounds
of muscle, with long blond hair tied back into a ponytail.  He knew he had
a great body, so he showed it off in a pair of gray metallic Speedos that
were probably briefer than mine, if that's possible.  Although his hair was
blond, his chest hair was thick and brown.  Those silver bikinis set off
his tanned body to perfection, but they could barely hold in what looked
like a really huge cock in its flaccid state.

	He came to the pool just about every day but never seemed to pay
attention to any of the people there.  There were some pretty hot looking
women and men there, so I couldn't understand why he never gave anyone more
than a quick glance.  My fear was that he was one of those egomaniacal
people who felt that no one was good enough for them.

	I think he started to notice that I would look in his direction
often when I wasn't watching the water.  One steamy day, he climbed the
high dive slowly and carefully, seemingly begging people to notice his hot
body in motion.  I couldn't resist staring as he climbed to the top and I
eagerly awaited to see if he had any diving prowess.  He stepped to the
edge of the board and did a graceful swan dive into the cool water,
surfacing only after reaching the ladder that was right beneath my
lifeguard chair.  As he pulled himself slowly out of the water, the sun
glistened off of his body.  Since his Speedos were soaked with water, they
clung to his cock and balls like a second skin.  He really was huge and I
think he noticed that my mouth fell open at the sight of his manhood.  He
just kept looking at me with those sparking blue eyes of his and that
boyish grin on his face.

	As he returned back to his chaise lounge, I had to do some fast
thinking: my monster was growing full-size and soon enough, everyone would
know that I was aroused by the stud's performance.  Quickly, I dove into
the water from the small platform of my chair.  The cool water helped to
reduce the size of my cock, but the fire still burned in my loins.  I got
out of the water by the other lifeguard's chair and told her that I was
going on my break.  The only thing that was on my mind was heading to the
bathroom to release the sexual tension that coursed through my veins.

	I finally made into one of the stalls of the men's bathroom and
quickly pulled my skin-tight Speedos off my enlarged cock.  I sat down on
the toilet and briefly relived the swan dive that had made my blood boil
with lust.  I started to rub my stiff cock and got into a rhythm.  This had
to be the best episode of masturbation that I had ever experienced.  The
only thing that existed for me was the memory of the stud's body slowly
rising out of the water and his bikinis wrapped tightly around his assets.
Soon, I was squirting out gobs of cum all over the stall door.  I don't
think that I ever released that big of a load - even during great sex.

	As my dick began to return to normal size and I thought about going
back out to the pool, I noticed that someone had gone into the stall next
to me.  My first reaction was panic since I wasn't sure if he knew that I
was whacking off in my stall.  But then I noticed that down around this
guy's feet were gray metallic Speedos!  It was my fantasy stud!

	My heart began to race and I'm sure that my face turned red.
Summoning up all the strength I had after a great self-fuck, I pulled up my
bikinis, flushed the toilet and opened the stall door.  No sooner had I
done these things than the stud put his suit back on and exited his stall.
I slowly walked toward the sinks to wash my hands and tried with each step
to regain some composure.

	I could feel his eyes looking up and down my body, and I secretly
hoped that he liked what he saw.  I had no idea if he was gay, and I could
have been getting my hopes up for nothing.  I turned on the water in the
sink as he sauntered up to the sink next to mine.  I tried not to look at
him, but my eyes were being controlled by my libido.  He was still wet
after his swim, and his wet chest hair clung to his body like a blanket.  I
knew that it wouldn't be long before I would get hard again, so I started
to leave the men's room.

	In that instant, the stud said, "Hey... uh... you're one of the
lifeguards around here, aren't you?"

	Somehow, I managed to respond affirmatively, and then we just stood
there for what seemed to be an eternity but was actually only a few
seconds.  I mumbled something about getting back to my post, and he
abruptly said, "So what did you think of my dive?"

	I wanted to blurt out that it was the sexiest performance I had
seen in a long time, but I only managed to respond "It was O.K."  Now
there's an imaginative answer.

	Without missing a beat, he next asked me when I got off work, which
startled and confused me.  Could he possibly be asking me out?!!

	Before I could respond, he said, "How about we go get a drink at
the end of your shift?"

	I quickly said yes, but then I remembered that I had to work at my
other job from 6:00 to 12:00.  If I didn't need all the money I could earn
during the summer, I would have skipped out of work in a heartbeat.

	"Well, unfortunately, I have to go to my second job after I get off
here....", I paused, desperately trying to think of something to say so he
wouldn't think I wasn't interested.

	He quickly interrupted and said, "You have keys to this place,
don't you?  Why don't we go for a late night swim after you're done with
work?"

	I said "Great!", and tortured myself with one last look at his buff
body.  I know he really wanted me because I noticed that his Speedos were
straining at the seams, attempting to maintain their structural integrity
against the force of his growing groin.

	So, that was the plan.  Of course, the 6 hours at the health club
seemed like 6 days, but I didn't want to think of the stud too much since I
might spontaneously have an orgasm while sitting in the lifeguard's chair.

	After my shift, I didn't even bother to put my shorts and shirt on.
It was still 85 degrees at midnight with no breeze to cool down my hot
body.  I jumped into my car wearing only a pair of brief Speedos and sped
toward the country club.  I must admit that I was oblivious to how fast I
was going, and it was a good thing that there weren't any cops around.
After all, if the cop stopped me and told me to get out of my car, he would
notice that I was practically naked.  In a warped way, this thought aroused
me, but I quickly put it out of my head.  The Stud was waiting.

	As I pulled into the parking lot, the Stud was standing against the
wall by the gate with his foot up on the gate.  He was wearing black biker
shorts and no shirt.  Even in the dim light of the parking lot, he looked
incredible and I knew that I had to be with him.

	I stepped out of my car and he quickly said "Ooh, you still have on
that sexy swimsuit of yours that I like.  But you know I've been
fantasizing since the first time I saw it a few weeks ago what it holds
back from the world."

	That comment sent chills up my spine, and I replied in a sexy tone,
"So where's that great silver suit of yours?  Is it under those hot spandex
shorts?"

	Without hesitation, he started to massage his dick and said, "There
ain't nothing between me and these biker shorts and pretty soon these
shorts are going to be thrown to the side.... Let's go in and get wet."

	As soon as we were inside the pool area, he grabbed me and pulled
me toward him.  His lips met mine for a brief instance before his tongue
shot out into my mouth.  Tongue lashings really turn me on, so I returned
the favor and stuck my tongue deep into his mouth.

	Then the strangest and most erotic thing happened.  Instead of
keeping his mouth open, he quickly closed his lips around my tongue and
started to suck on my tongue.  At the same time, he moved his hands down my
back and began to massage my butt through my Speedos.

	I was on fire, and then, just as quickly as he had seized it, he
released my tongue and began to lick and kiss my hairy chest.  I was never
much into someone sucking my nipples but when the Stud did it, I was
electrified.

	He worked his way down to my navel and forced his tongue repeatedly
in and out of the small opening.  Next he began to rub my cock and my
Speedos were getting tighter and tighter as my schlong grew in
appreciation.  He noticed that I was uncomfortable so he slowly pulled the
stings apart which held up my bathing suit.  When they were loosened, he
abruptly grabbed the sides of my Speedos and pulled them down quickly.

	Mr. Stiffy was as erect as he has ever been, standing proud at
eight and a half inches.  The Stud slowly began to lick the jism off of
Mr. Stiffy's head as I groaned in ecstasy.  I quickly blurted out as he
took my shaft into the cavern of his mouth, "You'd better slow down or I'm
going to cum in your mouth."

	He withdrew his mouth only briefly to state that he wanted me to
shoot as large a load in his mouth as I shot in the bathroom stall earlier
today.

	I was startled for a second and said "You knew that I was whacking
off in the stall next to you?  I'm so embarrassed."

	"Don't be," he replied.  "That dive was a last ditch effort to
determine if you were gay and wanted me.  I've watched you for a long time
and secretly fantasized about us ripping each other's swimsuits off and
humping it up right on the diving board over there."

	That did it.  As he began to suck my cock again, I couldn't hold
back the white hot love anymore, so I squirted huge cobs of cum into his
eagerly awaiting mouth.  As I screamed out, he moaned that he had been
waiting for this for too long.  After I was done, he savored the taste of
my love juice and swallowed it with a sigh of satisfaction.  This surprised
me because all of the guys that I had been with never wanted me to cum in
their mouths and if I did, they spit it out quickly.

	The Stud was licking the corners of his mouth for any stray cum and
I viciously attacked his hairy chest with my tongue and lips.  He responded
instantly and began to pant in anticipation.  I buried my face in his dark
chest hair and thought that I was in heaven.  As I worked my tongue down
this hairy paradise, he grabbed my head and began to massage my scalp.

	His biker shorts had to go, but not until I caressed his butt and
felt the silky smoothness of them next to his hard body.  I ripped them off
of him and revealed his huge cock and a great tan line.  The deep brown
color of the majority of his body abruptly stopped where those silver
Speedos would have clung to his body.  His ass and a very small part of his
upper thighs were milky white.

	I said to him how much I like tan lines and dislike that all-over
tan that a lot of people get at tanning booths.  Just as I was about to
start to play with his engorged shaft, he ran in the direction off the pool
and dove in.  I followed, and soon we were underwater touching and sucking
every body part we could get hold of.

	He surfaced by the ladder and quickly got out of the water.  I
watched him climb out and knew that I had to be inside of him.  I think he
read my mind because he went over to a stack of towels, grabbed a few and
made his way over to the low diving board.  I couldn't believe that he was
serious about fucking on the board.

	He leaned over the diving board with his great hairy chest against
the towel and said "I'm waiting....  I know you want to fuck my brains out,
so JUST DO IT!"

	I didn't need a second invitation.  I mounted him doggy-style and
forced my cock head against his sphincter muscle.  He had already lubed up
his asshole, so I slowly slid my dick into his tunnel of love.  We started
off slowly, getting used to the rhythm. I shoved my cock as far up his guts
as I could and he moaned with satisfaction.

	Soon I was dripping with sweat even though I was already wet from
our swim.  He turned his head toward me to see how much I was enjoying
this, and he gave me one of his killer "fuck me" smiles.  I could slowly
feel an orgasm coming on and the Stud sensed it and squeezed his butt
muscles, waiting for me to explode.

	Even though this was the third time in one day for me to squirt, I
shot white love liquid up into the Stud's intestines.  I shouted and moaned
with ecstasy -- this was the all-time best fuck.

	After orgasm, I slumped over on his back and he quickly rolled out
from underneath me and dove into the water.  I followed, and the cool water
enveloped my steamy body and gave me an invigorating high.  The Stud swam
over to the shallow end and beckoned me over.

	We got ourselves positioned perfectly on the steps and he began to
hump me from behind.  I could feel his wet chest hair on my back when he
touched me and I got hard again.  I thought his huge prick would rip me
wide open, but he was surprisingly gentle.  Soon, he was squirting cum into
me and I felt a great warm feeling in my innards.

	We collapsed breathlessly on the steps and just held each other for
a while.  We got a little cold after a while and he suggested that we head
back to his place and his jacuzzi.

	The swirling hot water did wonders for my limp body and brought me
back to life.  Now, years later, we still hop back into the hot tub after a
great fuck session and just gaze up at the stars.