Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2003 11:44:04 +1000 From: iarwain Subject: Cozzie Collection. Blue. Usual Disclaimer: If you are not 18 years old yet do not read. If you are offended by male to male sexual content definitely do not read. If the laws in your state or county forbid this type of material, do not read. Otherwise enjoy the story and genuine comments will be appreciated. The author retains copyright (2003) to this story. Reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. The Cozzie Collection is a group of stories which have the Speedo swimming costume featured somewhere in them. The name is derived from 'Aussie Cozzie' which was a description for Speedos because of their frequent use at Australian swimming venues, in particular the surf beaches. Cozzie Collection. Blue. Peter sluggishly awoke, feeling rather uncomfortable, and tried to roll to one side for a change of position. He couldn't. His groggy mind started speeding up and he opened his eyes to check what was happening. He couldn't. He moved his legs to try to get off the bed. He couldn't. His mind rapidly focused and started to assess the situation. Arms and legs restrained, holding him spreadeagled on his back and a blindfold covering his eyes, started his mind spinning. What was going on? How had he got here? A test of the restraints told him that there was no hope of freeing himself and efforts to dislodge the blindfold also proved useless. Where was he? All he knew was that he was lying on a bed, and the last thing he could remember was talking to some students at one of the graduation parties. For 10 minutes Peter lay with thoughts racing through his mind. Was this a joke? Some of his friends? A student prank or dare? Surely it couldn't be anything sinister, but as the minutes ticked by tension mounted in his mind as he thought of more possibilities. The sound of the door clicking open jerked all his thoughts to the question of who it was. "Who is it?" The only response to Peter's question was the sound of the door clicking closed. Suddenly he knew he was home in his own apartment. There was a familiar little sound about the way the door closed and it was also coming from the right direction if this were his bed. As he thought about this the door clicked open again. "Who is it? What you want?" Once again there was no answer but Peter felt a body sit on the bed on his left side and then someone else on his right side. Nothing happened for a moment as Peter's heart started pounding. His whole body jerked when he felt someone take hold of his foot and started pulling one his socks off. There were at least three of them. Peter felt his other foot held and the other sock peeled off, then he flinched when a finger rubbed on the sole of his foot. "What are you doing? What are you here for?" For the third time Peter's questions were unanswered but he felt the person on his left lean over him and a finger was pressed against his lips. Peter wondered what to do. They wanted him to be silent, but should he accept that? He decided to be quiet for the moment but then he yelled when he felt the zipper of his jeans pulled down. Once again some fingers pressed against his lips, but he ignored them because the buttons of his shirt were now being undone and his chest was bared. Peter twisted against the restraints and started shouting. "Stop! Leave me alone! You can't do this!" And then at the top of his voice he started calling for help. His head was held firmly while a large rubbery object was pushed into his mouth and kept there by Velcro straps behind his head. Peter lay helpless and now silent. A set of hands rested onto his chest and after feeling his pectoral muscles, moved slowly down to his stomach and lower abdomen. In a state of total disbelief Peter felt the hands exploring his body, touching his nipples and testing the firmness of his muscles. The next sensation was of cold metal against his wrist, and he heard the snick of scissors as his shirt was cut all the way up his arm to just below the collar. The other arm followed and pieces of shirt were pulled away leaving his upper body completely bare. Peter hardly moved as the scissors moved to the leg of his jeans and snipped their way steadily to the top. After cutting their way up the other leg, the jeans were pulled away, leaving only his jocks to cover him. Two more snips and they were gone. Feelings of embarrassment and vulnerability raced through Peter as he lay there. For a minute nothing happened and somehow he knew that every part of his body was being examined. Then the hands were on him again and three pairs gently assaulted his body. Somehow the hands on his legs felt the most significant. They started at his feet and slowly traced and massaged their way upwards. When they reached his thighs he knew with a fearful kind of anticipation what would happen next and he instinctively tried to move his groin away. To no avail, as he felt his balls taken and manipulated gently, then his penis experimentally held and stretched. The hands left him for a moment then returned, and he felt an elastic ring of some kind slipped on so that it held his genitals. One hand took hold of Peter's balls and the other played with his penis, stretching and squeezing it. Despite willing for nothing to happen, Peter felt himself steadily stiffening and the elastic band seemed to keep him hard. Very quickly he reached a state of straining rigidity and all the hands left the other parts of his body to examine and play with him. Peter's penis was lifted and held, then another hand grasped his pubic hair and the scissors started cutting again. In disbelief Peter felt the hair from his groin disappearing and this continued till the scissors couldn't do any more. A warm wet sponge wiped him and a pair of hands massaged some soap into the whole area. The elastic ring was removed and Peter felt the scrape of a blade against his tender skin. He held himself motionless while the razor cleared every bit of hair from his privates. He was cleaned up with several applications of the warm sponge and a soft towel dried him. A strange feeling went through Peter as fingers traced over the smoothly shaven areas and around the soft skin of his sack. Peter felt his balls gathered up, the elastic cock ring slipped into place again, and a hand playing with the head of his penis till he was fully rigid. One of the people undid the Velcro strap and took the gag from Peter's mouth. "What...." Peter started to speak but immediately felt fingers on his lips. He understood that they wanted him to be silent, so rather than put up with the discomfort of the gag he did what they wanted. There was a rustle of clothing and the sound of a couple of zips and then pressure on the bed. Peter felt a body press against his right side and then another press against his left, both nude and both most definitely male. For a while he felt their hands exploring him, the hard penis's rubbing against his hips and a constant squeezing and working on his own private parts, till they moved away and the third person climbed on the bed and lowered himself. A great shock went through Peter as he felt a strong and firm body move itself against him. There was a sensual feeling as his balls were pressed by another set of balls and this was accentuated by the weight of another erection against his own. Gently and continuously the body moved against him, giving the impression of much physical enjoyment till after a few minutes it stopped, made three or four motions, then stopped again as if in expectation. Surely he wasn't expected to respond? No way! He was given no choice though because a hand moved between them, grasped his balls and gave a very firm squeeze. It didn't really hurt but Peter got the message and started moving against the body above him. He stopped his movements and the pressure on his balls increased steadily till he started again. He was expected to put out and take part, and now understood that he had no choice in this either. He felt an urge to laugh as the thought, "They've got me by the balls" went through his mind. Peter made steady and regular movements and each time a sensation went through his balls as they pressed against the hand holding them. The hand moved away and now there was a different feeling, as balls rubbed against balls and penis against penis, with the two bodies acting in a kind of gentle duel. After several minutes the hand returned, this time to hold the two penises directly against each other. Peter stopped but when the hand started towards his balls he started again. Obviously he was meant to keep his movement constant. The two penises rubbed and pressed into the hand holding them, sometimes moving together, sometimes causing extra friction by being out of time, and Peter could feel the other one getting harder and harder. The hand removed but return moments later, and Peter felt a cool sensation as a cream of some kind covered them both. The two slippery penises moved easily against at each other and into the hand holding them and the extra sensation was enough that Peter knew that it wouldn't be long before he lost control of himself. The other guy started moving and pushing more quickly for a minute then abruptly stopped and lifted his body. More cream were spread and rubbed on him then the guy moved forward a bit then sat back and guided himself onto Peter. Peter felt pressure on the head of his penis and then he slipped in, and steadily his whole shaft entered. The surprise of this happening whirled thoughts around in Peter's head for a minute, but then the sensation on his penis claimed all his attention. My God! He'd never had feelings this strong before. He thought he was going to have an orgasm as heat raced through his body and his balls pulled uncomfortably tight against the cock ring. His penis tingled all over and he felt it grow and harden more than he thought possible. The guy on top of him was making very small movements and Peter thought he might be adjusting himself to the rod inside him. Suddenly Peter felt a hand hold each ear so that he couldn't move his head and the same time his mouth was opened and some liquid poured in. His mouth was covered and a hand pressed against his throat. He was meant to swallow and he knew they were waiting to feel it so he gave in. He knew it didn't matter because he had swallowed most of it by reflex anyhow. The hands released his head and the guy on top of him made a few little rocking movements then stopped. He made a few more then stopped again and touched Peter's balls with his hand and Peter understood that once again he had to make the movements. Very slowly he pulled himself partly out, then just as slowly pushed back in. For several minutes he continued like this but the sensations were so strong that his passion suddenly took over and he pushed in and out uncontrollably and with increasing speed, until he groaned and pushed in with all his strength as he orgasmed and his sperm released with great clenches of his groin. Peter collapsed, helpless, as his energy deserted him and life momentarily left all his muscles. Not for long though. because the guy on top of him was now doing the moving and the helmet off Peter's penis was so sensitive that every bit of pressure against it was making him gasped and squirm. The strong sensations kept Peter from softening and soon he was rigid again. A touch on his ballsac told him to get moving, and now he could feel rapid movements of the guy's arm as he started working on his own penis. In two or three minutes Peter felt great contractions round him, and then semen spurting on his chest and stomach, accompanied by gasps and moans. The guy caught his breath for a moment and rubbed his semen into Peter's skin before carefully pulling himself free. There was some movement and Peter felt the sponge cleaning him carefully and as he was being dried he felt himself softening. He lay there for nearly five minutes, wondering what was to happen next, with hands gently sliding over his body. The sponge was applied to his chest and stomach and the slight fuzz disappeared from those areas followed by the hair in his armpits. Peter's next surprise was to find himself stiffening again, this time without anyone having touched him, and for a minute there was no movement while he got harder and harder. His penis was taken in hand and he couldn't help gasping as a warm, moist, mouth took him in and started sucking and rubbing its tongue on his sensitised helmet. The other hand was held round his protruding ballsac, gently squeezing and massaging. The mouth left his penis and then Peter felt an amazing sensation as his balls were licked and carefully taken completely in, and repeatedly sucked and blown on for a while. A problem had been developing for Peter and he knew he had no choice so he spoke up. "I'm sorry to speak but I really need to have a leak!" Fingers pressed on his lips again then he heard the door open, and a few minutes later close again. His penis was held and the head placed in what he realised must be a fruit juice or cordial bottle and Peter felt great relief as his stream of urine made its way into the container. When he finished he felt himself given a quick wash, then once again a body gently lowered itself onto him. The same playing commenced and a touch on his balls told Peter it was time for him to start moving. This guy felt smooth and wiry, but he was quite a bit smaller than the first one and Peter started to wonder just how old he was. He did everything the same as the first guy except that he felt different and he also wanted to kiss Peter. Peter kept his mouth closed for a moment but a hand encircled his balls and applied pressure till Peter opened up. A strong tongue darted in and after a few minutes Peter couldn't stop himself from enjoying the feeling. He didn't respond but once more that touch on his balls told him he had to, and the two tongues started a dual. Before long this guy started to move insistently and once more Peter was lubricated and his penis guided inside someone. For a few minutes the guy moved very slowly then gradually sped up till he stopped abruptly. A touch on his balls told Peter it was time for him to do the movement again and he started a steady thrusting motion. The sensation was still amazing and this guy had a little ploy of tightening himself each time Peter pushed him. This increased pressure was very arousing and it wasn't very long before Peter started rapidly pumping and he had his second orgasm. He groaned and gasped then stopped all his movement, but as soon as he did the guy on top of him started rocking back and forth and once again Peter felt that exquisite torture on his sensitive helmet. For about five minutes he kept going then he stopped and Peter had to continue. Strangely there was no sign of his penis softening and Peter started to wonder if this was caused by the drink. Every time Peter pushed right in he heard a little gasp and occasionally there was a distinct moan of pleasure. Eventually the guy started to push back as Peter was pushing forward, and after a few moments Peter felt the rapid hand movements and a torrent of semen splashed on his front. This guy collapsed onto Peter's chest and lay there for a time till he recovered enough to disengage and climb off. Peter was sponged clean and the whole process repeated for the third time. This guy was the biggest of the three and somehow felt more forceful. Once Peter was inside him and moving to his satisfaction, he started playing with Peter's nipples, licking, stretching and twisting them. This time Peter had to keep thrusting in and out for what must have been half an hour before he felt the tingle of arousal and they stopped twice to apply extra cream. As Peter increased the speed and force of his thrusting the guy on top of him tightened his muscles and started jerking himself rapidly so they both orgasmed at almost the same time. Peter was cleaned up again and as he lay there with his rampant penis he knew for certain that the drink must have contained Viagra or something like it. He could never have stayed hard like this otherwise. Peter heard the door opening and closing again while one of the guys played with his penis and held his balls with a gentle pressure. The next thing he felt was a straw in his mouth. This was a very welcome drink of orange juice and Peter sucked until only air came through. Next he was fed with four delicious chocolate and caramel filled sweet biscuits. He said thanks but his lips were touched immediately and he didn't say another word. A strong hand circled his balls and then his left arm was released. He moved and exercised it for a minute then the same thing was done with his right arm. This was a great relief because, although the restraints were very comfortable, he'd been in the same position for a long time. The same process proceeded with his legs and then he went through the toilet event with a bottle held over the head of his penis. Peter's erection was straining all this time and he wondered how long it would last. He had an idea in his head that it could be a lot longer, and that's the way it turned out. Three more times Peter's penis was guided carefully in and he was set to work steadily thrusting. It was more leisurely now and Peter didn't have an orgasm but after 10 to 15 minutes each, the guys on top of him did. When they all finished Peter was cleaned and attention turned back to him. More cream was applied and a hand started rubbing on his helmet till he couldn't help gasping. Another hand cupped around his balls and a third worked rapidly up and down his shaft till Peter squirted for the fourth time. He felt a slippery hand wipe itself on his stomach and then some soft lips pressed gently against his own. A hand pulled his mouth opened and a tablet was dropped in. When he swallowed Peter felt the hands exploring his body once again, much as they had at the start, and then after a few minutes his mind and body relaxed into a deep sleep. Peter slowly awoke feeling comfortable and warm. His eyes opened and saw the familiar ceiling of his room and as he rolled to one side he felt something around his neck. It was a silver necklace with a beautiful turquoise pendant. Thoughts flooded back to his mind and he jumped out of bed to examine himself in the mirror. On his bench was a printed sheet of paper. "Thanks for the graduation present! We used to watch you swim in those blue speedos. Three admirers." Peter smiled to himself as he heard these words. Once again those speedos had come through for him, and he wondered what would happen next year.